The House.

Dusty Old House.

"Ginger can you bring the box labled kitchen?" My friend calls

I sigh and yell

"Yeah ill bring it right up Ang!"  Then I turn around zipping my jacket up due to cold weather.  I find the box and quickly pick it up and walk towards the door.  I quickly walk in carrying the box in the dusty old kitchen.

"Out of all houses why did we have to buy this old piece of shit?" I say while putting the box on the table.

"Oh ginger stop complaining. I think its perfect for us to live in its perfect." She says clapping her hands walking past me to the door to get more boxes. I let out a huff. I look around the kitchen its one of those old time kinda kitchens. I walk towards the small living room.  Hardwood floor covered in dust. I look up at the small staircase leading upstairs. I walk towards it making my way upstairs. Each step it echos through the empty house. I reach the top and look around. Its a pretty decent size. Not big but medium. It was me and my Angies dream to move to england. We have been friends since high school and here we are 2 days after graduation in england. And are new home we will be sharing. I walk over to the bedroom I picked. The hardwood creaking with each step. Its a pretty big room with a small bathroom. And one singular window, I lean against the frame of the window looking out into the woods. The house is sorta out in the middle of no where. But ang liked it and would not let the house go. I wanted somthing in the city. My parents were not happy about me moving here. We came from america so I can see why, but its not like they actually cared. My drunk father was always a drunk. To this day he still is since I was in 5th grade to be exact. My mom is always working at the office. So I took off, I finally could leave. It just feels weird in this house. This area to be exact. Somthing catches my attention when I see a figure hiding behind a tree. I lean in closer so I can see better. I catch a pair of green eyes looking back at me. I jump back my eyes wide. I swing the door open and run down the steps.

"Ang?" I call out to her

"In the basement ginger!" She faintly yells

"I'll be right back!" I yell back to her

"Ok! Oh and you can grab your boxes in the truck they finally arrived!" She yells

I stay silent while opening the front door. I jog along the rock path that leads to the woods in the back of the house. I stop in my tracks and look to where I saw the rather tall figure. But its gone. I walk further into the woods stuffing my freezing hands in my pockets.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I shout I look around the trees towering over everything. I bend down to tie my boot, but then I hear someone walking I jolt up but find absoulty nothing in sight.

"weird" I mumble I start to jog back a little creeped out to just walk

I reach the house. I walk to the tuck to collect my boxes which is only about 4 because the others didnt arrive yet.

"Why hello there" I hear a voice say making me almost piss my pants. I turn around to find a quite attractive looking guy about 20,21 I smile polietly up at him.

"Oh hi, who are you?" I asked extending my hand for him to shake. He gladly shook my hand and intruduced himself.

"Im chad. I live a few miles up from you guys thought id drop by and say hi to the new neighbors" He says his accent ringing. Not very use to it yet.

"Well nice to meet you chad. Im Ginger. And my roomate is Angie." I say quickly

"Well nice to meet you. I see your busy but maybe we all can get a bite to eat later tonight.?" He asks hopeful

"Yeah sure well stop by then" I smile polietly

"Great! Bye Ginger!" He waves to me smiling turning around and walking towards his car. I turn around picking the boxes up. But I swear I hear someone whisper "Dont" I shake my head walking in the house and shutting the door.