My name is Vanessa Hathaway. I used to live with my parents, until my dad left and my mom died of cancer. Now I live with my aunt, seven older cousins (who happen to be all boys), a Alaskan Malamute dog, and a little black kitten.
But ever since I moved into my aunts two hundred and fifty year old house, I've been dreaming the same creepy dream, hearing voices, seeing faces in mirrors that aren't there, and hearing footsteps when no ones there.
I told my aunt. Now I have a therapist.
It gets worse, the voices start convincing me to do things I wouldn't normally do...evil things.