Chrome

He tapped his fingers on the dashboard, humming a little tune he had heard in a commercial. The rain was beating against the windshield terribly hard, and it was giving Greyson a headache.
"Don't worry honey, our new house'll be great."
And then everything went dark.
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Greyson and his mother are moving into a new house, a new neighborhood, with people he had never met; And the worst part was that his stepdad was coming along. Being a synesthete since birth, Greyson tastes strange things in the house. The people who he shares the house with are unusually secretive, and after things start going awry and people start to disappear he begins to question the house- and its inhabitants.
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Excerpt~

He lied on his back and stared at the floor above him contemplating what he had just done. A small drop of water fell between his eyebrows, leaking from the rotting wood above his head. He could hear the frustrated shuffling of police boots above him, and he could feel the concrete below him. A flashlight shone through the floorboards and onto his arm, revealing the splattered Crimson on it.
"He's under the floorboards!" One man shouted.
Greyson pulled a knife from his back pocket in the limited space that he had to move.
"You found me" he smiled.