Chapter 2

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The car which was making odd noises probably because of how old it was soon halted in front of an average secluded house. The small family quickly exited their black Suzuki and made there way towards their new house with big smiles and optimistic thoughts. They wouldn't be smiling if they knew what the future in this house held for them.

Hailey rummaged through her red worn out leather bag until she found the rusty key she was looking for. She unlocked the door with a little struggle and guided herself and Angela inside the house which revealed dull patterned wallpaper covering the house walls. The floor was covered by newly polish dark brown floor boards, almost like the family that lived here before left a troubled mess..

"I don't like it here mummy." Angela said while hiding behind her mother's legs.

"Don't be scared Angie, it will be fine.." Hailey replied as she patted her on the back while still observing the lounge room which was where the front door is.

"Go take your bags to your room Angie, i'm sure its big and bright just lile you wanted" Hailey mentioned trying holding in her doubt and trying to brighten her whole overview of the house.

Angela nodded and ran to the car to grab her box of toys, bed sheets and clothes. It was heavy and she stumbled a bit up the small set of stairs just before the front door, but she managed to make it inside and up the stairs to her room. Angela dropped the box next to her room door which made a loud thump, the floor was so old that a cloud of dust emerged from the wooden floor and into Angela's face. After coughing out and repelling the dust away from her, Angela took a moment to examine the rusty, brown, old door that led into her room.

"sshhhhh..."

Angela turned her head and in the direction of the inhumanly sound, it was coming from the end of the hall way, at the end of the hallway was a even older door, Angela didn't even know how that was possible. Angela hesitated for a moment then walked towards the door, curious of the sound coming out of it.

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