The Ghost Of You (Andley)

Chapter 1

Ashley's POV

I leaned my forehead against the cold glass window of the moving car. I was currently stuck on the longest fucking road trip I'd ever have to endure all because I did some technically illegal shit and my parents were embarrassed by my very existence. As you probably guessed we were on our way to our new house in the motherfucking countryside. No sight of other humans or shops for miles. And to trump all this misery, the cherry on the cake if you will, shitty phone reception and my parents downright refuse to get wifi , aka allow me internet access for four years. The only way to get to the internet is through the library, an almost two hour drive away. I think my parents just moved here because they wanted to get me alone so they could stab me to death without the inconvenience of the neighbors hearing.

I grumbled lowly to myself and started paying attention to the view outside the car. The sky was a dull and grey, not doing much to help my shitty mood. I turned my attention to the noise, or lack of noise, of the engine of the moving van pulling over infront of the house.

"Don't just glare at the place, Ashley. C'mon. Let's unpack." My dads, bored, tired voice broke through my hazy thoughts. Ignoring him for now, I examined my new 'home'. From the outside it looked fairly big and well-kept considering the old age of the house. The windows were dusty and covered with a numbers of spiders' webs that looked like they had been settled there for years, but that could easily be fixed I presume. There were vines growing around the house, but the decorative kind, the ones that are supposed to be there. The paint on the house looked suprising fresh and unchipped.

A small smack the the back of my head knocked me out of my observing and I glared over to my father who gave me a disappointed look, which I was used to, then slipped out the car, my mother hot on his heels

I sneered at the seat infront of me for another minute then proceeded to get of the car. After a well overdue stretch of my limbs I grabbed a few boxes of my stuff from the boot of the car and walked into what would be my equivalent of a prison.

I moodily stormed past my parents, who were discussing how to arrange the furniture, and headed for the stairs. I froze for a few seconds when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye, on the upstairs landing. My eyebrows furrowed and I stormed up the long staircase away. If there's a killer in the house, so be it, at least then I won't be stuck in this prison.

I'd already chosen the room I'd be sleeping in, well, my parents did at least. The room was painted a light grey colour and had a silver bed frame, that was starting to rust sat boringly in the middle.

I glanced into the random box I'd picked, which was full of my posters and blue tack. With nothing better to do first, I started sticking all multiple KISS, Mötley Crüe, Misfits, Black Flag and ACDC posters all over the walls, until I heard a quiet knock on the door. I opened it to see my mum stood by the door awkwardly with another two boxes. She didn't say a word. She just placed the boxes at my feet, before turning around and walking away.

I just pulled them into my room, being unable to actually arrange those until my furniture was sorted.

First things first, I went to collect my mattress from the moving van.

It took me ages to actually manage the drag it all the way to my room, without assistance, but I knew there was no other way. It's not like my parents would help me, and knowing them they would have made sure to tell the guys from the moving van not to.

After wiping the sweat from my forehead I dragged the mattress on the bed frame. I I was crouched down, making sure it was even on the bed frame I noticed something as I did so. I moved the bed frame slightly, using all my strength and looked behind it. There was a gross looking stain on the wall. I looked closer and saw that the stain was a rusty red colour. I turned my nose up in disgust. I had no idea what it was, and didn't really want to know, so I moved the bed frame back, making a mental note to paint over it. I quickly placed my sheets and pillows on the bed, humming along to a familiar tune as I did so. My body seemed to freeze on its own and I didn't understand why until I heard the distinct sound of a second person humming along as well. My eyes quickly darted around the room, continuing to hum, wanting to figure out where the noise was coming from. Wanting to catch the imposter out I suddenly stopped . The deep noise continued and I got up and looked around upstairs, but I couldn't find out where it was coming from. It stopped shortly after I was stood in the same place I started looking and was replaced by a quiet laugh. I didn't know what to think, my jaw was hanging open and my eyes were wide. It had to have been just my imagination  it's just my imagination. I took a deep breath trying to stable my unsteady breathing.

Still feeling unsettled I sat on my bed and pulled my phone out, finding myself lucky when I saw I had reception. Thank fuck for that. As I looked at my notifications, the previous events left my mine completely. I opened a text from Jake, my partner in crime, who my parents hadn't realised I was still in contact with, thank god.

J - Hey dude, you alive? Did you die? Have you been cut up by a crazy axe murderer yet?

A - Nah, man. I'm still alive for now. There is literally no sign of human life around for miles tho. And my parents are gonna be sending me to a 'bad boys' school.

J - Jesus Christ, Ash. All you fucking did was steal some booze and smoked some pott. Anyone would have thought you'd killed a man. Is the house cool at least?

A - Not really. Gimme a sec. Ima send u a pic.

So I took a picture of the front of the house, grabbed a small bed side stand on my way up, then sent the picture to Jake.

J - That place looks familiar. Pretty sure I've seen it on the news before.

As I was about to reply my phone died. Great. Knowing my luck this place would be a damn murder house.

I put my phone on charge next to me and stared up at the ceiling, before falling asleep.