Nightmares

1

, are you sure we need to leave today?" I asked pathetically, whining as I shoved my suitcases my mother forced me to pack in the back of our Ford. "You just told me yesterday we sold the house, why are we leaving so soon?"

She sighed exasperated. "Because, we got more money from the people who bought the house if we left immediately." She smiled, happily getting into the passenger's seat.

I rolled my eyes, then got in the back. "It's always about more money, isn't it?" I grumbled.

My parents are pretty rich. My Dax's a business man, and my mother is a lawyer. They're both pretty good bargainers, and they always get the most out of everything.

Go figure.

I turned to my left once my seat was buckled to see my dog's crate facing me. All I heard for the entire ten hour trip was his incessant barking. I think my parents were tempted to pull over and ask the moving van if they could take him with them.

The trip from Ohio down to Virginia was a long, arduous task, considering we would've preferred to fly. Correction, I would have. I have an obsession with plains, whereas my parents would prefer to just have a mini road trip, the fact that everything they say bored the crap out of me, I wasn't a happy camper.

So, ten hours later, we reached Belle Haven, Virginia. The place was just like a regular small town in the country. We drove through Main Street where all the little shops were so my parents could see where they'd be shopping for utilities and supplies from now on.

I huffed. This place was so small. Where's the chain stores I'm so used to seeing? Absolutely no where, it seems.

About ten minutes later, we came to a dirt road which we drove on for at least a half hour. This is ridiculous! A half hour to town? Dear Lord, I won't make it a day here let alone two years!

My father made a right on Dawnovitz Lane, and took that for about five minutes. The houses here had drastic amounts of land placed in between houses. Not miles, but at least twenty acres stood between each one.

The car stopped abruptly, and I groaned. I hate cars, but I hate having to face my new home more. To get up, or not to get up? That is the question...

"Oh, Emery, stop being so dramatic. Get out of the car, dear." My mother. You thought only prestigious women in movies speak that way, didn't you? Well, you were wrong.

I sighed heavily. "Coming, Mother." I unbuckled my seatbelt and let it fly back to the holder. I grabbed my dog Graham's crate.

He's a little thing, a cockapoo. He's only six months old, and is only a little bigger than he was when he was born. I may bitch about his incessant barking, but he is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life, and his bark is anything but scary, but he's my mini guard dog and I love him.

"C'mon pup, let go see your new home!" I said in the babiest voice anyone has ever heard. I can't help but talk like that when I talk to Graham.

I lazily climbed out of the Ford with Graham's crate in my hand. I can feel him moving around restlessly as he barked his adorably little "roof!"

I conjured up a small smile before looking up at our new home, and look up is what I did.

The place was behind a huge black gothic styled gate, which was also on top of a large rock wall. I could make out the top of the large house, or should I say MANSION! It looked as if I were seeing the top of a castle.

"What the...?" I breathed. I walked over to the opening in the rock wall which led to at least thirty rock stairs. They weren't steep, they were wide, which made this less exhausting, but quite annoying. So many steps when you could just get longer rocks and make it just a little more steep, and there wouldn't be so many steps.