Goosebumps: Alternate

Prologue: A Spooky Night

In the town of Chicago, where things can happen such as news reports or people doing their daily lives like any normal day, even though something bad happens here and there. It was quite a large town; millions of people living there, lots of them laughing and having a good time at night at bars, clubs, or simply hanging out.

Naughty teens would do pranks, throwing toilet paper at houses to decorate them, throwing eggs at cars, getting them covered up in yellow goop, the shells plastering onto vehicles and onto the driveways.

Adults would simply, and again, be either at bars or clubs or simply hanging out while the kids are asleep, waiting for the next day to come.

Dogs barked and howl at the streets mournfully for food, wanting shelter to avoid the night time sky that is now lingering above the world, along with cats screeching; hissing whenever something - or someone - tries to interact with them.

People would work everyday and night, coming back home to relax until they have to go back to work.

It wasn't for these two movers, though. They've been called at the last minute to help someone move to a different place.

Arriving at the house, both movers - a skinny one and another one who's a bit overweight with facial hair - got out of their moving truck, slamming the doors shut behind them.

"Kenny, get the back of the truck open while I go knock on the front door," the facial hair mover instructed his partner.

"Yes, Mason," he replied. He went over to the back of the van. "I'll see if there's anything in here we don't need," he called over to him. "I don't want anyone's stuff mixing with the other person's things."

Mason nodded. "Good idea," he agreed before heading to the house, surrounded by a tall white fence. An owl hooted at a tree nearby. When he reached the door, he gave it three, firm knocks on the wooden board. There was no answer. "Hello?" he called from the other side of the door. "Anyone home?" he asked. He went to knock on the door for the second time when it finally opened. "Oh!" Standing there was a teenage girl with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her eyes the color of blue. She wore a dark blue T-shirt and jeans, along with high top sneakers.

"Hey there," the mover spoke with a smile, taking his hat off to reveal some shaggy hair on top of his head. "We came to help you guys move out of the house, am I correct?"

"Correct," the girl spoke, keeping the door halfway open, almost seemingly nervous about him standing there. She looked behind her and began to open the door wider for him to see inside the house, which the room is filled with boxes. "Would you like to-"

Before she can finish her question, a stout man in black clothes and shoes, his dark hair slicked back, placed his hands the girl's shoulders, pulling her back. "Who are you?" he questioned in a harsh tone, suspiciousness behind his eyes, which are behind his black-framed glasses.

Mason was taken aback by this man. "We're the moving company," he answered. "We got a call by the last minute, saying you need help moving." He placed the hat back on his head. "Are you her..."

"Father?" The other man in the house nodded. "Yes, I'm her father," he confirmed, the hard stare glued on his face. "And she should've come to me when someone knocks on the door for me to answer it," he said, giving his daughter a stern look. The girl simply rolled her eyes. "Come in." It didn't come out invitingly, but Mason stepped into the house.

"Kenny, come on!" he shouted. "You got a nice place here..." he commented to the slicked haired man. "Why are you moving out from such a wonderful home?"

The girl was about to speak when the stout man answered for her. "I didn't like the kitchen." His daughter gave him squinted eyes with a tilt of her head. "It's the only reason why we're moving out of this place," he stated.