Kylie Lambert, moves into a new house. Only to find that its pure evil and sinful fouls rest there. A girl who has died there, by drowning purposely,wants to take revenge on whomever lives in that house.
''shh ,it's only water...''
Mark stops his car in front a small gray house, with a yellow door. ''this is it?'' she calmly asks. Mark nods.''mmhm''
He stops the car engine and pulls out his keys, Kylie opens the car door and closes it. She slowly walks toward the door of his house, scrutinizing at it carefully. Making sure there were no demon's living in there.
''its not haunted'' says Mark out of the blue, making her jump. He places a hand on her shoulder firmly. ''nothing to be afraid about'' Mark assures her. But, was he truly right?
Kylie, walks in and looks around. Mark to, walks in and closes the yellow door softly with a click.
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It was nice. and had that warm feeling. It made Kylie feel at home. And not at that eerie house of darkness and death. ''its nice here''. Mark walks to the light brown couch, and sits. ''was hoping you'd say that'' She smiles, and forgot something. ''oh! Mark, my suitcase..'' Mark abruptly stands up. ''oh yeah, forgot.''
He walks back to the yellow door, and Kylie watches him concerned. ''Just be careful'' Mark smiles, and heads out. Kylie, sighs and looks up the ceiling. that creature...
She remembers and shudders in fear. She takes her mind off of it, and walks to the room. Mark heads in back, and exhales. He looks at Kylie who was walking upstairs , to check out the rooms. Gripping the handle of the suitcase, he places it on the couch, and the chair shakes.
Mark follows Kylie up the stairs. Kylie opens the white door and looks around the calm room. Everything is in place, accordingly, and its painted Gray. A soft gray.
Kylie walks in a feels a presence behind her. She whips around a little In fear and sees Mark standing there. ''oh..'' She says through a sighs of relief. ''didn't think it was a ghost, did you?'' asks mark smiling.
She shakes her head and Mark walks in the guest room. ''do you want to stay here?'' she nods and walks over to the bed. Mark says 'your suitcase is downstairs'' as a heads up.
Kylie smiles. ''thanks''
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Closing her eyes, she pulls the sheets until it covers her shoulders. ''tried to run away..? Didn't think so..'' Kylie's eyes shoot open, and heart races fastly in fear.The same little girl's voice return's.
She stay's put, and frozen in bed. Slowly, she clutches the sheet, frantically in fear. The little girl walks to Kylie, and Kylie's breath hitches. horrified, a pale life-less arm extended out towards her and she jumps out of bed, and runs out into the hallway.
'' Mark! Mark!'' She calls out her voice shaky. She pounds on his door loudly. Mark dashes out of bed and opens the door, revealing horrified Kylie who's chest goes up and down scared.
''you wouldn't believe-that thing followed me here!'' She points to her room with a shaky hand. Mark closes his eyes, and exhales. ''wait-that thing is here? Kylie, you need to get some sleep''
Kylie lets her arm fall and she watches him shocked. '' are you saying you don't believe me?''
Mark scratches the scruff of his neck, and says ''well...when you put it like that-look you haven't gotten any sleep'' he softly reasons with her. Kyle shakes her head, her eyes dubious at Mark. ''no, I've gotten sleep. Okay?'' Kylie, can feel her neck tight from anger.
''when?'' he calmly yells. Kylie murmurs, looking away. ''I don't know..'' Mark opens his door fully, and walks to her room. Kylie, runs towards him and yanks his arm. ''you cant go in there!''
Mark, nearly stumbles backwards, when he catches his footing. ''why not? it seems pretty quiet and calm in there'' he plainly says.
Kylie lowers her voice to Mark, in a serious tone. ''not just because its silent in there, always means that you'll just walk in there'' She did have a point. He sighs, and gently pulls his arm away.
''your right on that note. Ya' probably got it from me'' He proudly smiles, and Kylie shoots him a glare. ''enough''
''alright, alright'' He says, grinning. Kylie rolls her eyes, and crosses her arms. ''now, what are we going to do? that rooms out my choice''
Mark looks into his room, and back in the front. ''well, if you can sleep in my room, or in the front. Sleeping in the front wouldn't be proper'' She had no choice, but she chose his room. She knew, if she chose the living, a fight would come upon them both.
''ill sleep in the front, ok?'' says Mark with raised brows. She nods, and looks back at his bed, hoping that thing would leave her. Mark heads out, and to the living room. He plops himself down on the couch, and lays on his back.
She climbs in his bed, alarmed of the room scene. Quickly, she dashes under the covers and settles in. Peeping her head, the door is left ajar so that some darkness is shown on the wall.
