voices...

Chapter 1

At twilight on a rainy day near the end of October a large grey car drove through the woods of Idaho. The car was old; rust covering most parts of the hood, and the tires were very dirty; covered in mud because of the ground, wet from the ever falling rain. Attached to the car was a big wagon, full of boxes and those boxes were filled with stuff like: plates, cups, cutlery, clothes, and other things. Because, you see, in that grey car, driving through the woods, sat a small ordinary family, who were moving to a house in the woods. This family consisted of a middle-aged man; he was quite tall and he had tousled, brown curly hair. This man was married to a woman in her late twenties; she was quite small and she kept her long fair hair straight and neat. The last person of the family sat in the back of the car; in the middle of the seat, so they could look ahead. This person was a little girl of about nine years old; she held her long fair hair in two ponytails and wore quite a lot of pink: a pink vest, a dark pink shirt and pink flats. She was softly humming a nursery rhyme.

"The London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down..." she hummed with a soft voice as she was rocking from left to right in a slow, hypnotic pace. The older woman, named Lesley-Ann Parker, turned from her seat in the front to look at the little child and gave her a stern look. The little girl, Emma was her name, looked up at her mother, and she immediately stopped singing and sat still. Lesley-Ann turned towards her husband and gave him a meaningful look. He returned it with a smile as he drove further into the woods. After half an hour of driving they finally arrived at their destination: a house. An old house, 10 miles away from the nearest town. The house was very big and very old; most of the paint had vanished and the wood had already started to peel. It wasn't very pretty, but it would do. The husband, named Kyle, parked the car in front of the small garage next to the house and the small family got out. Kyle hooked his arm around his wife and together they smiled at the new house, where they would make new memories. Kyle put a hand on his wife's stomach as they both smiled widely. They would make new memories... with their new baby. Hand in hand they walked into the their new residence while the little Emma stayed behind and watched. She watched as her mom and dad walked into the house with big smiles on their faces. They looked so happy.

Disgusting.

Emma was startled by the unknown voice and turned around immediately to see who said it. But... there was no one there. Confused she looked around to see if the person was hiding somewhere, but she found no one. She was all by herself. But she swore that she had heard a voice. It had been a soft whisper, but she had heard it. But the question was: Who had said it?

"Emma, come on! It's too late to play outside now!" Lesley-Ann yelled sternly from the door frame. At the sound of her mother's severe voice Emma ran towards the doorway, where her mother waited for her. She got a disapproving look from her mother as she stepped inside and got scolded at for being 'to careless, because there could be wild animals outside'. Emma just shrugged and hopped her way towards the living room. The furniture had already been moved into the house, so everything was already on its place. Emma sat on the sofa with a loud poof and started to sway her legs. She continued to sing the nursery rhyme she sang before.

"The London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady..." she finished humming happily and smiled widely at the red carpet on the floor as her mother was walking by. And she was fuming.

"Emma, shut up!" Lesley-Ann screeched across the room at her daughter and the scream startled Emma so hard that she fell of the couch. Kyle immediately came to comfort his wife and tried to calm her down. He looked at Emma with an angry expression.