The Blue House on Wittmer Lane

Okay, guys. This is my first time writing on Wattpad. I've written short stories before, but i've never posted any. If you have any advice, feel free to offer it! Thanks!

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Chapter 1

The street lights flickered eerily.

Lauren Scheffield was leaving the community college after taking her night classes. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something just didn't feel right about tonight. A creepy feeling was lingering in the air, and she didn't know why.

She made her way to her car - a silver Nissan Murano that her sister had sold to her when she purchased her Mustang. It was parked in the very brightly lit parking lot of the community college. When she reached her car after what seemed like an eternity of walking, she fumbled through her purse for her keys. Upon finding them, she unlocked her car, and clutched the driver's door handle. The strange feeling was back. She looked around the parking lot, realizing that she was the only one left. Telling herself that she was just being paranoid, she got in her car and drove out of the lot to the street.

The street was even more empty than the parking lot. Lauren almost felt like everyone on the planet had somehow disappeared...but that was impossible, she told herself. She kept driving, making her way to the stop sign at the four way intersection about a mile or so from the community college. She knew the area far too well - she had been taking the night classes for quite a while. For two years, actually. With her full time job at the town's most well-known beauty salon, it was the only time she had to be able to try and finish school.

She made a right, and kept on going for about ten minutes until she reached her parents' house. She had been staying with them for some time now, ever since her landlord had raised the rent, and Lauren wasn't able to make ends meet. She turned off the car, got out, locked it, and made her way to the fence that seperated her parents' front yard from the rest of Wittmer Lane. She noticed that all the lights were off in the house, reminding her of the time, noting that her parents were most likely asleep. As she blindly reached for the latch, she stopped: the strange feeling was back once again. She slowly turned around, now facing the old blue house that sat across from her parents. She examined it thoroughly. Nothing seemed to be out of place. In fact, the old house almost seemed abandoned. But as Lauren turned around to go through the front gate, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her attention back to that old blue house. In the window that most likely belonged to the attic, she saw it:

A man. A man was watching her.