The House

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You swallowed as you stared up at the severely burnt house in front of you. You glanced at your friends who were sucking up to Lydia and Jackson. You'd been close to Jackson for a while so to you it was ridiculous that people were so impressed by him.

"Go on (Y/N) just go into the living room and bring something out to us." One of the jocks sat closets to you, in the cramped quarters of the car.

"Fine." You whispered and climbed out. A glance back at the car let you glimpse Jackson's jaw clench as his ever watchful gaze followed you.


You felt your heart racing as you twisted the door knob of the Hale mansion and stepped inside. You knew it was ridiculous to think that it was haunted, but that didn't stop the hair raising feeling from crawling up your spin.

"What are you doing in my house?" A deep voice made you jolt. When you slowly turned around you were met with a cold stare from THE Derek Hale.


"I um... we didn't know anyone was living here." You whispered, unable to force your voice to go any louder.

"That Doesn't explain why you're on my property." He said with no emotion to his voice. You swallowed your nerves and backed towards the door, his eyes followed you, but he said no more.

"Sorry I'll leave." You whispered before turning on your heels, yanking open the door, and running towards the car where Lydia and Jackson were watching you carefully.

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