It was past midday and the Richardsons were yet to leave their new mansion and feel the zephyr of the new neighborhood.

They were busy with their works; unpacking, and cleaning the dirty house.

They still couldn't believe someone was actually living there before they had moved in. Why on earth would someone live in such a dusty building?

They failed to let that thought linger in them for awhile, for they had something bigger and better to do; tidy up.

Though, the Richardson knew they had no chances of getting the house perfectly cleaned in 5 days, they still had no other choice but to do it themselves.

Mr. Richardson had already called four cleaners. But as soon as he told them the address, they immediately hung up. He never failed to call them again, but his calls were instantly declined, leaving him and his family flummoxed.

The cleaners knew about the ghosts as much as anyone in Centreview did. The poor cleaners were in need of cash, but they couldn't risk getting their hearts snatched by a bunch of ghosts.

The Richardson were clueless to the mysterious attitude the cleaners had pulled up. But even if they knew, they were far from believing the existence of ghosts. Beside, since they moved in, nothing extraordinary had occurred.

Therefore, they boosted their energies and focused on getting their work done by themselves. They had to hurry up if they wanted it done anytime soon. Soon the kids would be off to school, while the parents would return to their job. They'd have no time to tidy up.

Hours went by before the Richardson were finally done tidying up the areas they'd be visiting more often; the sitting room, dining room, and kitchen.

They sat exhaustedly on a white settee in the sitting room, staring at most of the magic the dust had hidden from sight; a glassy expensive table stood in front of them with a vessel placed on it. Two comfortable chairs sat at each side of the glassy table with two to three cushions on them, while a large flatscreen was hanged on the white wall that was on the side of the sitting room.

Not far from the flatscreen was a door that led to the guest room. After the door, was a glassy staircase that led upstairs. At the very end of the sitting room, was a curtain covering two love seats that sat opposite each other close to a window.

The Richardson eyes traveled the length and breadth of the large sitting room. It was eye-catching and breathtaking. They admired how cheap such a beautiful and secured house was. But the end of their admiration were fast approaching.

Only the wizard, nerd, and the prankster, had an idea that a new family had moved into their home. The pervert didn't.

The previous day, he had went out to a party and was yet to be back. He had possessed a lad of his age, just so his presence could be noticed by others.

He loved to be the centre of attention. He loved noise, party, highlife, and being naughty. He had always possessed the hottest guys, for when he was a human, all the girls found him saucy. He couldn't allow being a ghost ruin that for him.

Usually, none of the ghosts were allowed to leave the house on a Sunday. It was the day they grieved over the death of their baby sister that was drowned in the pool at their backyard. Once in awhile, their baby sister would cry, sending unwanted noise unto the community.

The pervert thought they had mourned their baby sister more than enough. It has been a hundred years since they all gave up the ghost. Wasn't that enough?

Their Sundays were usually sorrowful. The teenager who couldn't take another sad Sunday, decided he went out. They had to be a way to assuage the anguish of their bereavement. There was a way to assuage his, but his brothers? Maybe not.

He disappeared out of the house with the awareness that once he got back, his brothers, especially the wizard who was the eldest, would be apoplectic.

The wizard was a no-nonsense ghost who found pleasure in magic. He usually spent his everyday casting spells until humans invaded their home.

Forthwith the wizard realised his brother had snuck out of the house, he went into his room and shut the door.

He was marked by pour fury. How could his brother had snuck out knowing none of them was allowed to? When the pervert was a human, he had always caused trouble, but the wizard thought he had changed.

All day long, the wizard tried making a potion that'd cease the ghosts from leaving the mansion. But unfortunately, his powers refused to work with rage. He had no other choice but to cool off.

He was still in his room trying to cool off when the Richardson moved in, aggravating his mood. Has humans vowed not to let them - him and his brothers - stay in their own house in peace?

What they spent most of their time doing was scaring the humans off. But the humans weren't wise enough to back off completely from their home.

He laid on his bed wishing none of them would choose his room and luckily, none of them did. If any had chosen his room, he was sure to make them regret it for the rest of their lives.

The nerd who was second to the eldest in the house, was utterly disappointed in his brother for sneaking out. Leaving the house on a Sunday was a big no-no.

He sat in the library; or his library, as he usually called it. He was rereading the books in the library again. Over the years he has been a ghost, he had completed each and every book in the library and had reread them more than twice.

Though the library was large and filled with books, he still knew the ones he had read for he was smart enough to had numbered them all.

He wasn't perturbed by the Richardson moving into their house, for all he cared was that none would step their feet into the library. But any who did, wouldn't leave in one piece.

The prankster who was the youngest of them all, wasn't any less disappointed in his brother who had snuck out. He had kept the rules for a hundred years. Why couldn't he keep up with it?

The prankster never really minded humans around, for he got to try out new pranks on them. Sometimes, he was forced to try out a few extreme pranks on the hardheaded ones who refused to move out after two weeks, which was their deadline.

He sat himself on the sofa, monitoring the Richardson who were unaware of his presence. He was thinking on the first prank he'd pull on them.

Suddenly, someone patted on his shoulder. He turned around. It was the pervert. He sighed, slightly frowning.

"Who are these?" the pervert asked, pointing at the Richardson who were done relaxing and was now moving to their next spot to tidy it up.

"They're the new owners," the prankster responded. "Where were you yesterday?"

"New what?!" he inquired, trying to get things crystal clear. Maybe his ears were playing tricks on him.

"The new owners of this house," the prankster repeated loud and clear, making his brother believed what he heard at first was true. Just 24 hours he was away from home, the Johnsons were gone and a new family had moved in.

The prankster turned around to face his brother who was cheesed off. He paid no attention to the look on his brother's face and began flooding him with questions, "Where were you yesterday? Why did you leave the house on a Sunday? You've kept the rules for over a century, why couldn't you keep-"

"-shut it," the pervert hushed, shutting his brother up. "I left because I was tired of being sad. You guys know that ain't my lifestyle. I kept the rules because I love our baby sister. But I personally think we've mourned her more than enough."

The prankster sighed. His brother was partly right. They had mourned her over a hundred years. They spent their Sundays thinking about her and being depressed. She was gone, and nothing would ever bring her back. Nothing.

The pervert continued when he realised his brother who was now crestfallen wasn't ready to utter another word.

"Alright, bro. I'll go to my room. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. I just hope these people haven't ruined my room."

"We don't really need sleep, buuut... I don't think they've ruined your room yet. They were exhausted when they moved in yesterday," the prankster reported.

"Thank goodness. I hope none would stay in my room because they're totally not welcome there nor here."

"Um, sorry to say, but you have a roommate. I think her name is-"

"What? I don't give a damn about her name. I'm not staying in the same room with a lady!" He stormed upstairs. "She better be ready for w-a-a-ar."

The prankster shook his head, not understanding why his brother who was a lady's man had suddenly gotten mad over the fact that he'd be staying in the same room with a lady. Or did he think his roommate was Mrs. Richardson?

Even if he did, Mrs. Richardson wasn't bad at all. She still looked young and really attractive for a woman of her age. What exactly was his problem? He must be having a bad day, he concluded.

The pervert walked towards his room with hopes that his room was still in one piece, or the Richardson were moving out immediately in pieces.

Luckily, the room was almost the exact way he had left it. It was still messy, and dusty but the cobwebs were gone. He let out a sigh of relief, he could easily get the cobwebs back. Now that he still had the chance to sleep, he walked straight to his bed and laid on it . He knew sooner or later, the wizard would find him and his beauty sleep would immediately be over.

In a minute, he dozed off.

It was evening and the stomachs of the Richardson were starting to grumble. Mr. Richardson then decided he'd order a pizza. His family were a sucker for pizza.

He called the pizza delivery guy to place an order, but as soon as he told the guy the address, the guy immediately hung up. He glanced at his family.

"I think the network is bad," he tried making up an excuse that his family found quite difficult to accept, after what had happened with the cleaners.

He dialed the pizza delivery guy's number but his calls were declined. He called again, but the guy's phone was now switched off.

"Okay, that's a little creepy," Mildred who had been watching the scenario decided to speak up.

"It's fine. Who needs pizza?" Mr. Richardson sheepishly grinned, knowing how much his family needed pizza.

"Alright. Give me some cash and I'll go get some provisions in the store," Mildred offered.

"Sure?" her mother butted in. "I could go. You look like you could really need some rest."

True, Mildred was looking really tired from the long trip and the clean up. She hardly ever tidied up the house because they've always had cleaners to do that. So working was sorta a big deal for her.

"No, I'm cool, mum," she assured, turning her attention back to her dad with her hand stretched out. "Cash, please?"

Her dad slid his hand into his pocket and came out with a wallet. He opened the wallet and brought out a few dollars from it, which he handed to his child. Mildred took the money from her dad, put on her leather jacket and walked out.

Walking out of their compound, she saw a young boy riding a bike. She immediately stopped him, intending to ask him where the store was since she had no idea.

"Please don't snatch my heart!" the young boy cried. Before she could say anything, the frightened child had rode his bike out of her sight like he was being chased by only God knows what.

The young boy's act kinda gave her the heebie-jeebies for an unknown reason. She started her walk, hoping she'd see a normal person who'd show her the way.

She had walked far away from home and was about giving up on finding anyone when she encountered a few persons. It was odd how a single soul wasn't in her street after the little boy. She managed to stop a guy who she asked about the store whereabouts and was directed there.

After getting all they needed, she headed back home. As she walked, the thoughts of how lonely the street was replayed in her mind as all that could be heard was her very own footsteps. Maybe their neighbors were at work, for she was quite certain that none were around.

Finally, she was home. The only normal place; so she thought.

"I'm ho-o-ome," she announced her presence, as soon as she entered the sitting room.

"Welcome back, Milly." Her mum pulled her into a hug, kissing her face.

"Stop it, mum!" she cried. "I wasn't lost."

Her mum let go of her after making sure her lipstick were all over Mildred's face. She hardly ever allowed her stayed out long. She was fond of Mildred the most. Maybe because Mladen was always uninterested in everything.

She took the bags from her daughter and walked towards the kitchen. The teenage girl took her time wiping her mum's lipstick off her face.

"What did you buy, sweetie?" she asked.

"I got cereals, frozen chicken, Nutella, bread..." she continued listing, while walking into the kitchen.

There was a bit of a debate over what to prepare for dinner before the family finally came to conclusion.

Mildred made sure she had done everything her mother might want her to, before seeking for permission to leave the kitchen and check out the library, which was instantly granted to her.

Mr. Richardson scarcely allowed Mildred leave the kitchen whenever her mum was cooking. He wanted his child to be a chef just like his wife.

Since he was a busy man and his wife wasn't any less different, they always left Mladen in the hands of Mildred. He couldn't imagine Mildred feeding his son and herself with bad foods.

Mildred headed straight for the library. She was surprised to see such a large library in their house. The library had a reading room, several bookshelves and even a woody staircase to get upstairs. The young girl was amazed by it.

The previous day she and her family had checked it out, it wasn't that large. Or maybe it was, she was just too tired to had noticed it.

She touched the books as she took her time walking upstairs. She had finally found what she'd spend most of her time doing; reading story books.

Her presence didn't go by unnoticed, though she was as quiet as possible. The nerd climbed the woody stairs, following her with a frown on his face. He wasn't satisfied with the fact that she wasn't only in his library, she was also touching his books. He moved his thumb and point finger over his chin, thinking on the first move he'd take on her.

The poor girl who had no idea she wasn't alone, brought out a book. It was titled 'Birds don't fly, they fall' she almost laughed at the ridiculous title.

The nerd who saw the looks on her face, figured how much she must had derided one of his favourite books in her head.

He pushed the book from her hand with his mind, making it land on the ground with a thud. She was overtaken by the sudden fall of the book. She was pretty sure she held it well. She was certain she wasn't a butterfingers, either.

She turned around, intending to walk downstairs in one piece, pick up the book, place it where it was and leave.

Her intention was almost fulfilled. It was left for her to keep the book where it was when she started hearing rumblings from the bookshelves all around her. She looked around, the books on the shelves were trembling. She slowly took a few steps back. The deep low noise slowly became louder. Before she could run, the bookshelves emptied itself on her; landing several books of different sizes, lengths and weights on her. In a flash, she was lying on the ground with books all over her. A loud cry escaped from her lips, reaching her family's ears.

In a jiffy, her brother and parents had reached the library. They found her lying on the floor, helplessly. But not a single book could be found on her nor the ground.

"Milly darling, are you okay?" Mrs. Richardson cried.

She shook her head. Her father helped her up, waiting for an explanation. Why was she lying on the floor? And what was the commotion for?

"There were books on me!"

"I can see." A frown was slightly visible on her father's face.

"No, no, no, dad. I was there." She pointed at the exact place she was. Every pair of eyes travelled there and back to her. "And the next thing I knew, books came falling on me like giant hails."

Her explanation was bought by none. She continued trying to explain, but was cut shut by her father who didn't want to hear another word of excuse from her.

"My food!" her mum exclaimed, realising she was still cooking. She rushed out of the library to check out her food.

Everyone walked out of the library in silence. The nerd smirked at his deed. He had hurt her, made her look like a fool, and that was just the beginning.

Mrs. Richardson almost lost her voice from screaming when she got to the kitchen. Half the kitchen was on fire.

"Fire-e-e," she screamed.

Mr. Richardson rushed towards her with a fire extinguisher. They were thankful they had come in time. If they were any minute late, the kitchen would have burnt down. They couldn't believe a little burnt food could set the kitchen ablaze, but they waved off the thought. They decided they'd have cereals for dinner.

The prankster smiled at his deed.

After hours of sleeping, the pervert finally woke up. He was overtaken by the sudden bangles that was on his ankles. He tried removing it, but as soon as his hand made contact with it, he got burnt.

He tried teleporting but he couldn't. He tried his superpowers of telekinesis but it wasn't working. What exactly was wrong with him? Any ghost could use those powers even in their sleep. A part of him suspected the mysterious bangles had something to do with it.

He walked out of his room and headed straight to the wizard's room. If anyone had an ounce of idea what those bangles were, it'd be the wizard. The wizard wasn't really surprised to see him like he had expected.

"What?" the wizard inquired.

"Yours?" he asked, pointing at the bangles.

The wizard nodded. "They'll stop your powers from working. That's your punishment for sneaking out of the house. Plus, you're my assistant for the night. No leaving my room."

"Oh no!" the pervert cried.

"Be thankful I ain't asking you the reasons why you snuck out and just punishing you a little."

"What?! A little? You call this a little? Why should I even be thankful?"

"You should be because I was going to make you my assistant for a month. But the prankster told me your reasons. It was quite reasonable, I'll admit."

The pervert pouted. He was about complaining when he was cut shut.

"Dare complain, and I'll triple your punishment," the wizard threatened.

The pervert kept shut. He didn't dare challenged his elder brother. He couldn't imagine 3 days working with him.

The Richardson ate their cereals and retired to bed. They slept peacefully. But that was surely going to be their last.

^Love, Naomi^