Adrien landed on his bed, feeling not just frustrated, but terrified. He hadn't expected not to find Marinette. Where could she have gone? Adrien sat up from his bed and grabbed his phone. He didn't even get Marinette's phone number. Sighing, Adrien went on Lady-Blog, just to see if anyone caught anything and had posted any pictures. Before looking for Marinette for the 7th time, he had made a post, telling everyone who followed him that Marinette was missing. He wasn't sure if people would care, but if they knew that he cared, then they would too. At least, that's what he figured.

Nothing! No news about Marinette, no one know where she was, or where she said she was going. No one knew Marinette that well, he realized. They didn't get to learn about her, because Chloe convinced them to join her. Dang, Chloe! She was soon going to get what she really deserved.

Adrien then looked over at his notification button. There was a red dot on it, something that showed you had a new notification. Adrien clicked on it, and it brought him to a different page. He then read what his notification was: "'8746' mentioned you in her new post". Adrien wasn't surprised though. A lot of people were always mentioning him, and when he'd gotten tired of all that, he decided not to check any of these notifications anymore. But something about this message made him stop, and just stare.

8746? He didn't know anyone who used numbers as their user-names. He bit his lip, but found himself tapping on it. Once he did, it brought him to another new page, and for the next two minutes, he was reading a post. As soon as he read the first two sentences, Adrien could feel his stomach do a flip.

'Staring at the new house was like staring at an enormous monster. Its windows stared back at me like monstrous, glaring eyes carefully and patiently waiting for my next move. Even the door seemed to have eyes of its own, but as I rapidly moved closer towards it, I found out they were just tiny windows. The house had a dark and strange feeling surrounding it that only I seemed to get. Behind me, my parents and brother removed bags from the trunk of the car. 

"Are you sure about moving in to this place?" I asked for the millionth time. Everything about this house screamed danger, but my family didn't seem to get that. My family always believed in giving things a chance before judging. I judged things by the way I felt about them, and I felt that this house would be the end of us. 

"Yes," Carrying two bags on one hand and one on the other, Mom started walking towards me in an unhurried motion. "I like this house."

"You like it?" I scowled at her words, not believing that this house was a single bit appealing. Mom gave me the same answer and looked at me with pleading eyes, beseeching me to give this house a go. I shrugged as I tried to pretend my thoughts were frivolous, but there was nothing insignificant about this house. 

"Let's head inside, shall we?" Dad chortled as he slipped the keys out of his pocket and started opening the door. While he did that, I took another chance to look around the house. The frontyard looked more pleasurable than the house itself. It had two sets of swings and three flourishing green trees. I think the front yard was to fool whoever bought this house to believe that the house was going to be pleasing. It was the exact opposite of pleasing. 

"Megan?" Mom called for me, getting my attention. The front door was wide opened and Mom had a smile, trying to convince me to head inside. I hesitated at first, before I breathed in a large sum of air, and walked inside.

Now the inside of the house looked more uncomplicated to look at. Mom nudged me with her arm, giving me a nod to go look around. I bobbed my head up and down, before proceeding to see what interest this house would bring to me.

"It looks amazing, and it's even big enough for us four," Mom got my attention with those words. I could tell she was trying to persuade me that this house was worth it, and I tried my hardest to believe that she was telling the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to doing that. We just moved in; nobody knew what kind of danger was lurking inside.

"You two want to see your rooms?" Dad asked. My brother widened his eyes at the words before clapping his hands and following him up the stairs. I shoved my hands inside the pockets of my sweater, before following them. The more I walked up the stairs, the more colder I felt and the more inkier my heart became. I looked over again at the males, wanting one of them to say something about how suspicious the house seemed, but none of them spoke of it.

It wasn't me. I knew I wasn't being crazy. I felt a sudden pound in my head, my legs got wobbly and I couldn't keep my balance. I tripped over the last step and landed on the floor on top of my stomach. While Dad cared enough to help me up, my brother laughed and I felt irritated with his laughter.

"Haha, so funny," I rolled my eyes and walked past my brother, who was now trying not to laugh, but snickering. I wish I could smack the wide grin off his face, but Dad was standing in front of us, and we weren't allowed to get into fights in front of our parents.

"There you go," Dad opened a door to the bedroom and turned to my brother. "Your room." My brother went inside and gasped, looking around the room and staring back at Dad with a pleased look on his face. Dad turned to me with a small smile. "Want to see your room now?"

"I don't really care," I looked down at my feet, finding them more essential than the face of my own father.

"You don't like this house, do you?" Dad folded his arms, getting me to look up at him. At least someone in this house understood how I felt, but of course, I knew a great, good-for-nothing 'but' was coming along. "But I think you need to give this house a chance. You just got here."

"I never wanted to move in the first place," I muttered out, hoping Dad had at least heard a bit of it. I've never spoken back to my parents in such a harsh way, but whenever I wanted to, I told them how I really felt about something even though I knew it would hurt them. Still they gave me the same words that was beginning to anger me now; "just give it a chance." No! I didn't want to give anything a chance!!!

I was taken to my room, a not too big, not too small space with a medium bed at the right corner. Giving Dad a meaningless look of gratitude, I headed inside and closed the door. The door didn't have a lock. How disgraceful!

I walked around my bed as I pondered whether to get on it or not. Finally deciding it wasn't safe yet, I placed my bag on the floor and started unpacking. To say I was mortified to be living here, to have this as my new home, was an understatement. Soon I would run away. I had done it before. I would do it again.

Sighing, I found myself sitting down at the edge of the bed. It looked inviting as I patted it, wanting to see how it felt. Hard? Soft? As I was standing up from my bed, my legs suddenly gave way, like they'd fallen asleep without warning or without reason. I landed on the floor on my knees and tried to get up.

Then I felt something in my head. My head was deafening, like a bunch of people banging on an invisible door, begging to be let out.

I cried out in pain, or at least, I tried. My voice wasn't cooperating with me. I could hear myself screaming but for some reason, I felt, I knew, that the rest of my family members couldn't hear me. I screeched out again, feeling the more I tried, the more my voice was being taken away from me; feeling like my breath was slowly washing away in an excruciating way.

And then the pain stopped. Just like that. I breathed in and out, clutched unto my shirt for dear life. I was rapidly breathing heavily, wanting to know if I had been the only one to experience that. And then my breathing stopped. My eyes twitched and my legs wobbled towards the door.

I wasn't breathing. I wasn't being crazy, but I was certain I couldn't hear myself breathing. When I reached over to take the doorknob, I found my arms not clothed in the clothes I had been wearing before. Instead I had on a black leather jacket, which I loathed with passion, but as I looked down at my new outfit, I found myself smiling at it.

This wasn't me.

I was trapped inside the head of the new stranger that had overtaken and purloined my body. Now I was that person banging on a door, shrieking to be let out. I could tell that the unknown person who was now controlling my body, was enjoying the pain I was feeling, because no matter how hard I screamed inside of my head, my body shook with laughter.

My body unhurriedly walked down the stairs, looking around like it was admiring the place. Though I was stuck in my head, I could still see what was going on outside of my head. Mom walked up to me and pulled me into a hug, asking me how I was liking the place so far.

It's petrifying! I hate it. Please get me out!

But the stranger whom had stolen my body replied back with, "Mom, it's excellent. You were right. I was just being paranoid as always." I shifted uncomfortably at the wrong answer given to my mother by the wrong person. Now I had an idea of what was going on, and I did not like it.

When I had stared at the new house for the first time, I felt it staring back, but it hadn't been the house staring back at me. It was a spirit. A spirit in search of a new body to take over, to overcome and control. A new body in which could be its new home and its new belonging.

My head turned towards the window and I saw it had become dark, which was bizarre as it was still 5:30. I peeked over at my mother who was still smiling widely at me, and I wished for nothing but to wipe that disgusting smile off her face. Then I felt a shock of more pain. I grabbed unto my hair and tugged on it hard, wishing the pain would stop. The more I screamed, the more I felt I would explode in any minute, and the thought of that alone agitated me.

And then I looked up. On my face was now not a frightened look, but a more satisfied one. The pain had stopped, which set me at peace, but I was not the same person anymore. My heart was now fully inky, and contented was not what I felt, but exasperation covered my feelings.

A spirit had taken over my own body, trapped me inside of my head, and had managed to turn me over a new leaf, a person I never imagined I would become. It were two spirits in one human body, and both spirits demanded revenge!'

- Adrien_Agreste

It was his story, the story Adrien had been working hard on. The story Marinette had accidentally seen. Adrien gasped out loud, a wash of excitement rushing through his body. Marinette had been the only one who knew about his story, besides him, which meant only one thing.

Marinette was '8746'. She had created a new account and wrote his story down on it. Although Adrien should have felt mad that Marinette had done this, he felt glad. Reading his story, he finally figured out why Marinette had said it was good. It was because it was! It just was, and now people got to read it as well.

Marinette was out there, and now Adrien was even more determined to find her. Wherever she was.