The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

2.

I guess living in a 'haunted house' is a bit unnerving.

Also knowing, supposedly, that someone else lives in this house too. But like I said before, I do not believe in ghosts and never will, until I see one.

After Charlie told me that he left soon after, saying something about getting back to work over at the grave yard behind the house.

I walked to the end of the hallway where a glass window stood. I peeped through the blinds to see a small backyard then an iron fence. On the other side was an old grave yard. I put the blinds back, no longer wanting to see the creepy old cemetery.

Just then I felt my phone buzz in my pants pocket the name reading, 'mother'. I roll my eyes a bit before sliding my finger across the answer bar.

"Hello, mother." I say into the phone.

I can already hear her ongoing chatter.

"Harry, you're okay! Why didn't you call? I told you to call me once you pulled up in the driveway." Wonderful, my mother was already getting on my nerves and I'm not even with her.

"Mom, I just got here. I was going to look around the house and then I was going to call you." A little lie won't hurt.

I was going to call her but maybe later, or tomorrow.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. How is the house? " She asked.

"Good." I answered her.

"Just 'good'? You drove all the way from New York to Kentucky for the house to be just 'good'? Not wonderful or beautiful?" I walked back to the living room before answering her.

"Yes, mother. It's all that and more, I'm just tired." I admitted which was true, I was tired.

"Okay, well... I love you. I want you to call me before you go to bed, okay?" I rolled my eyes, yet again, at her.

"I love you too." With that I hung up, sliding the phone back in my pocket.

I headed for my truck, dreading the thought of unpacking all of those boxes full of clothes, bath towels and what not and my little nicknacks of everything I collected over the years but I knew that I needed to put away my things sometime or another.

I pulled the bed of my truck down stacking three boxes on top of each other and then carrying them to the house. I left the door cracked so I just needed to push it with my foot for the old squeaky wooden door to open. I sat the boxes down in the living room, then going back out for more. After I repeated this about seven times I had finally gotten all of the boxes into the living room safely without dropping one.

I started with unpacking my clothes and sheets first since I'll be needing them soon, moving on to toiletries after. When the bathroom was done I started putting away pots and pans and anything else that belonged in the kitchen. There wasn't any food here so I decided to run to the store and get some.

I grabbed my keys off of the coffee table locking the squeaky door behind me. I jumped in my truck, the sun starting to set making the sky a beautiful orange pink color. After admiring the beauty I put on my seatbelt then headed for the store.

I was just now pulling into the parking lot of 'Aldi'. I ran in the store, grabbing a shopping cart and heading for the snack foods. I threw in some chips, Oreos, Gold Fish and anything else that sounded good.

After getting milk, bread and some meat I was done and in the check out line. The cashier was a young girl, probably sixteen years of age, with blonde hair that was pulled up into a ponytail. I saw her blue eyes glance my way with a small smile. She was a very pretty girl but much too young for me.

"Hello." Her soft voice spoke.

"Hey." I replied as her eyes met mine.

She started to scan the items, then put them into the white plastic bags.

"You must be new around here." She said.

"Yes, I am." I said, standing up a little straighter.

"It's a small town so it's pretty easy to guess who's new and who isn't." She smiled up at me.

"Indeed, it is small." She was half way done with scanning and putting the items away.

"There aren't many houses for sale, I'm surprised we actually have someone new around here." She laughed lightly.

I could tell she was trying to make conversation and I guess that I honestly didn't really mind it.

"Well, I just moved into the Sexton House." She stopped for what she was doing for a moment then said a small,

"Oh." And continued her work.

"Is something wrong?" I asked the young girl.

"Only a fool would live there." Why was everyone in this town so afraid of this silly house?

So a girl died in it, that doesn't mean it's haunted.

"Well then. I guess I'm a fool." I spoke with a laugh laced in my words.

"Indeed, you are. Especially on a night like this." She nodded towards the front window where a storm was starteing to come in.

The trees blew and the sky was dark with thunder clouds.

"So? It's just a storm." I wondered why the girl was acting the way she was.

"But Anna doesn't like storms..."

[A/N]

I know short :( but I'm going to try and make the chapters long!

I can't wait to get into this story more!

What are your thoughts?

Will Harry get scared off by Anna?

Is Anna even real?

What about Charlie? He's a bit off

Please comment and vote!

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