The car's engine was grumbling quietly as it slowly crawled forward along the beige path. Y/C's Grandfather had recently passed away, the funeral was a couple of days ago. They were shocked to say the least, he always seemed so upbeat and caring, he seemed invincible.

The car came to a stop as Y/C started to get their seat belt off. Their gaze went to the old, majestic building. There were so many rooms, what did their Grandfather think they were going to do with them all?

The house was almost gothic, yet despite the architecture, and broody colours, it seemed to be warm and cozy- as if it had an aura. There were three floors, not including the attic, twelve bedrooms, six bathrooms, a massive kitchen, dining room, a workshop, a library, a study and a living room.

The workshop is where their Grandfather used to make Y/C and their Grandmother presents- Y/C normally received small animals made from wood. They loved the workshop even more than they loved the gardens- and the forest surrounding them.

Overall, the mansion was their new home, and they were overwhelmed.

They climbed out of the car, to be met with a bright blue sky, with white clouds slowly drifting along it, as if they were taking a peaceful hike. The smell of summer filled them, as they sighed in content.

After going to the boot of the car to grab a heavy, medium sized, beige box, they walked over to the front door, unlocked it and walked inside. Instantly, a familiar, welcoming smell filled their senses, and they felt at ease, even more relaxed than they had been in a while.

Slowly they placed the box down onto the hallway floor, their eyes glued to the rows of framed photographs on the walls, a nostalgic smile making its way onto their face. They hesitantly went to take one of the photos off of the dark red wall, their hands gently cradling the captured memory; they were running around, with a bright smile on their face, their Grandfather and Grandmother rushing after them- probably a game of tag.

Suddenly the distant sound of a door slamming could be heard, presumably coming from upstairs. Y/C's eyes widened, their head snapping to the direction of the sound.

"W-Who's there?" They called out, in the stern voice, only stuttering out of shock.

The reply was hesitant, and seemed uncertain, despite the confident tone. "The owners of this house- we aren't interested in selling."

Their eyes narrowed and their eyebrows furrowed together. "But I'm the owner of this house." They retorted, without hesitation, or any trace of being perturbed by the intruders.

Silence filled the mansion, minus the distant sound of the Grandfather clock ticking, for a few seconds, before the sound of footsteps started to frantically rush up the stairs, leading to the third floor.

Immediately, Y/C rushed into action and started to run to the stairs; going to attempt to catch the trespasser.

They rushed up to the stairs, using the banister of the dark oak, exquisite staricase to balance themselves as they ran. As they got up the staircase, they immediately ran over to the next staircase, catching a glimpse of the culprit- a man, roughly 5"6, with curly brown hair, pale skin and wore black trousers with a white dress shirt, with what was presumably a green tie.

Their eyes narrowed, quickly rushing up the stairs to follow, glaring at him, "Stop!" They demanded.

Upon hearing their voice, the man only seemingly picked up his pace, rushing up to the attic's door, swinging it open, before slamming it shut, the sound of it being locked breaking the silence.

A sigh escaped Y/C as they finally reached the door, knocking on it. Eventually, they gave up, sighing quietly as they did so. They slid down the door, resting the back of their head against it, before they heard a quiet click, signifying it had been opened.

Immediately, they stood up, pulling the door handle down and pushing it open, to reveal seven different people- all wearing a white button up shirt, troussers and a different coloured tie, expect the two girls, who wore different coloured skirts. The five ties were green, purple, yellow, orange and grey, whilst the skirts were pink and red.

The man with a royal purple tie stood at the centre of the group, his hair was combed neatly, as if each long, black strand was placed in the manner he had wished for. His cold, grey eyes only seemed to emphasize his confident smirk.

Stood closer to the front, on the left was a slightly shorter man, with neat brown hair and a yellow tie. His eyes were tired, and a lighter brown than his hair- his overall expression was unimpressed.

At the back, stood a woman with a pastel pink skirt- it was somewhat puffy and silky looking. Her lips were a similar bubble gum colour, and her eyes seemed to be a vivid blue. Her hair was black and tied up behind her with a red bow, letting her pink and purple hair highlights elegantly fall onto her pale face.

The one Y/C had followed was at the middle, front, next to the man with a yellow tie and a man with a grey tie, his own tie was green. His hair was extremely messy and somewhat curly, a similar colour to his eyes, which were a dark brown.

There was a man at the back with an orange tie, stood next to a woman in a red skirt. His hair was unkept, straight and an aurbun colour. His skin was almost a dark grey, like he was dead- as he seemed to be missing his eyes. He almost acted in an animalstic way, until the woman next to him gave him some food, which calmed him down, and made him more civil.

The woman in a red skirt held a brave expression in her grey-green eyes. Her hair was styled neatly and it was the colour of the night. She seemed like the most passive-agressive one out of them all.

Finally, the man in the grey tie seemed almost careless, and unaffected by the situation- it was clear on his expression. His brown eyes practically screamed that he was bored. His blonde hair was messy, messier than the boy next to him.

All of them seemed rather young- on average in there late teens, maybe early twenties, and roughly the same ages.

The one wearing a green tie was the first to speak. "Before you call the cops, we've been living here for over a hundred and fifty years- so, you're the intruder."