J.J.J.

Chapter 2

 That next week, we were in the car, and on our way to our new house. My mom is babbling next to about how much I am going to love our house. How she is pleased because it is the exact opposite of our old one, it was a huge contemporary out in the middle of nowhere. She wasn't helping much. We pull up to a house- and I have to admit, it was gorgeous, and huge.

 I was exited at first, but the mood was shattered when I remembered we were not going back to New York. Never. Not under my mothers watch, at least. I step inside, and quickly choose a room that looks like a smaller version of a master suite. Of course, my mom gets the real one. But, that was not the point. I look outside my window, and see another house a few  blocks down. Neighbors, probably the only other people for miles. I should drop by, maybe tomorrow.

 I step back and look at the room around me. I don't see my dad's shadow walking in the halls. That will take some getting used to... There is a mattress on the floor, and since it was so  late, I decide to lay down and sleep.

 The next day, I wake up to birds chirping outside. My mom is unpacking downstairs. "Mom?" I say. She looks over to me. "Can I go say hi to neighbors?" I say. "I didn't know there were any here..." She says. "Yeah, I could see the house from my window." I say. "Okay then, Ray. She says. But be careful please." "Yeah, mom i'm 17." I say, walking out the door. It was colder than I had expected  it to be. I walk a few blocks to were the house was, but it was all trees. That made no sense. I saw it right here. Not even a driveway. In confusion, I go through the trees, and almost bump into the figure in front of me. A house. I thought so. Vines covered what visibly used to be a large, beautiful garden. And weeds shattered through some windows of the structure. Obviously, nobody lived here. It looked like it used to be gorgeous though. Surly could be used as a place to hang around when I got Bord. I walk up to the door, and I could barley see the letters carved into the door. J.J.J this couldn't really be happening.

 My dad flashes into my mind. The stories he used to tell me about this house. Surly my mom should never see this. My dad told me the stories that haunted me here all night. I guess it couldn't hurt to tell the story.

 Around 1675, there was a family that lived here, the last name of Smith. There was at first, Mary and James Smith, then 3 daughters came along. There was Jennifer, Jane, and Juliette. I just said their names, from oldest to youngest. When Jennifer was 20, Jane was 19 and Juliette was 16, the families money grew to huge amounts. They were one of the richest families in their state. The father carved all three of the girls first initials into the front door, out of pride. Then one day, Juliette was murdered in the house, while everybody but Jennifer was gone. Jennifer, of course was the first suspect, but later it was proved not to be her, it was a man, about 7ft tall, with dark hair and eyes was how Jennifer explained it. The family soon after went crazy and was sent into some sort of mad house, but Jane escaped. Her wear abouts were unknown too.

 It was my dads favorite story to tell, because the man never got captured. They never found were he lived either. But I soon came to logic, that the man was not after me because that was over 100 years ago. But right in front of me. It- the house of my dads stories- as confusing as they were, the house was right here.

 I want to go in at first- then I think about the murder. Not that I was afraid of trespassing illegally, the house was obviously not owned by anybody. But, the thought of walking were somebody last saw the world just disturbed me. Then I think off how my dad would normally tease me for that foolishness- "Ah, afraid of some ghosts?" His voice echoed in my head. And I take a step towards the house. *just open it* I think. The door doesn't even groan of screech. It is like it is brand new. I walk inside.

 The place was enchanting. Dusty, very dusty. But pretty in a way. There was a small family room, I could see an old worn out rug, probably once an elegant red and blue pattern, but the colors were now pale with exhaustion. A big chest served as a coffee table, were I saw a game of chess lay. When I walk into the kitchen, II see an old fashioned stove, a few chairs, and a cracked table. I decide to move my attention over to the huge staircase teasing me to go up.

 I go up, very slowly, ready for one to collapse under my weight, and I surprisingly reach the top fine. There is a thin hallway, two windows at each end. I am about to go in the first room, when I look at my watch. Then the window. Pitch black. My mom must be so worried. I run down the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me, and  race outside, and into my house were my mom looks at me with relieved eyes, and sends me up to bed.

 Once i'm in my room, I see my bed is in place, and I look out my window to the house, I can peer through my window, into the other houses window. It'sa small decorated bedroom. I hope I get shades soon. I look closer in- and I don't believe my eyes, when I see a girl in the small decorated room staring back at me.