The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

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Comment 'sex' if you thought this story was about a sex house. :P

Something, or should I say someone, that really gets on my nerves is my mother.

I love the woman dearly but, God oh mighty, let me breathe! I'm twenty one freaking years old and still treated as if I'm five. I'm a grown man but yet she doesn't see that I don't need her to take care of me anymore.

I'm perfectly capable of picking out my clothes for the day or tying my own tie and that's why I'm moving. Moving away from her and her over protected self. Sure we may be miles away but it's not like I'll never see her again, I'll come down for Christmas and Thanksgiving and probably the rest of the yearly holidays.

She wasn't very happy when she heard about what house I had picked out but she didn't get the awesome deal I got.

Sure, the house has been on the market for years because of the story behind the house, it's known for being haunted, but honestly I do not believe in ghosts nor demons. So why worry?

Even if it is haunted at least I won't be lonely, ha ha. Plus, my mother did say she wouldn't come visit me if the house is haunted so maybe this will keep her away for a while. Just enough time for me to get settled in and have some time alone. I don't mind her visiting, I just need some alone time.

I switch the radio station from country since that's all they seem to play around here in Kentucky.

I'm careful not to miss my street.

I need to be turning on... Maple Grove is the name, I believe.

A beeping noise goes off signaling that I need to get gas. I stop at 'Russellville Gas Station' pulling up to a pump and filling the tank up.

As I'm waiting I look around the small town of Russellville, Kentucky seeing small shops of all sorts and little diners. It was a cute town, I guess you could say.

People here spoke with country accents and rode horses in town, something you would never see or hear in New York.

I moved from London to NYC in late 2011, it's a beautiful city but me and my mother wanted to get away from the bad memories we left behind and make new ones. New York was great and all but it was just too fast paced and busy. I would much rather live in the country where it's quiet and peaceful.

After putting the pump back I jumped in my old blue truck heading towards the end of town. About three minutes later I was at the edge of Russellville. From the small size of it my eyes landed on a street sign which read 'Maple Grove'. I turned on the street being met by a large old white house with a small sign nailed to the brick, reading, 'The Sexton House'.

"Well, this must be it." I said out loud only talking to myself.

I pulled in to the gravel drive putting my truck in park before getting out. I headed for the front door digging around in my pockets for the key.

Once found I unlocked the door, opening it with ease.

"Wow." I breathe out.

I'm standing, I guess, in the living room.

The carpet is red as ruby and the ceilings are so high I have to strain to see the top. Antique furniture with all sorts of colors are scattered on the floor, a fireplace is on the far left side wall. I walk over to it excited for the late night marshmallow roasting!

Above the fireplace a portrait of a young girl with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes with porcelain skin sits on a chair staring deeply at me. Below the painting reads, 'Rest in peace, our lovely Anna'.

She was a beautiful girl, I had to admit. Stunning, actually.

The longer I looked at the picture, the more lovely her face became. She had to be around the age of seventeen or eighteen.

"You must be Mr. Styles." I almost jumped out of my own skin from the voice.

I quickly turned around to be met with an old man with white hair and stubble for a beard. He was dressed in all black with bags under his eyes.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me." I breathed out trying to slow my heart rate down.

I didn't know anyone else was supposed to be here.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't've sneaked up on you like that." He laughed lightly at himself and I.

"No kidding." I looked over at the man with a 'can I help you?' look.

"Oh, yes. Yes. I'm Charlie, the Sexton House caretaker. I came to show you around the place." He told me.

"Well then, let's see the rest of this house!" I happily said.

Charlie took me to the kitchen where there were off white color walls and white floors and counter tops with cherry wood cabinets and matching table and chairs. It was very nice and big.

He then lead me to the library which was filled with four walls covered in books and a few tables scattered around. There are two matching bedrooms on the first floor, both with king size beds with full baths.

"Is there a basement?" I asked, Charlie looked over at me answering,

"No, but there is a storm shelter out back but it's pretty old. I don't recommend going down there." I nodded my head not planning to go see it.

"I saw a stair case in the living room, I'm guessing there are more rooms upstairs?" I wondered.

Charlie stopped and turned around to look at me.

"Only the tower window, it's a small room with a twin size bed and a boarded up window." He spoke with a hushed voice like someone could hear us.

"Well, let's go check it out." I said heading for the staircase but I was soon grabbed by the forearm.

"I don't go up there and I advise you not to either." I stepped back onto the ground floor waiting for him to let go of my arm for it was beginning to hurt.

"And why's that?" I ask the old man in front of me.

"Mr. Styles-"

"Please, call me Harry."

"Alright, Harry. I don't know if you got the memo or not but this house is haunted and has been for years." He says with fear written on his face.

"By who?" I wondered.

"By Anna Sexton. Joe & Rose Sexton's daughter. She got struck by lightning in that tower room by the window. It's said that the outline of her is still imprinted on the window and that's why it's boarded up." I thought for a moment.

So a young girl died in this house and I'm now living in it... What a freakin awesome story to tell!

"Wait, so the girl in the picture above the fireplace is..."

"Anna Sexton."

[A/N]

Hey guys! So this is the first chapter of "The Sexton House" and I'm really excited to write more for you guys! Please comment your thoughts below and don't forget to vote! ~Andrea

P.s picture of the real Sexton House on the side