"My name is anna and this is a new town, and a new house." The street is quiet just rows of trees and houses. Its been hours in the car and its early in the morning. "This is it says my mom" pulling up to a large grey two story that looks like its been forgotten long ago." I stand by the moving truck looking up and it and get the oddest feeling im being watched.

My mom is chattering away on her cell that we have finally gotten here and calls out to me "Anna dear, go see if the keys in the mail box on the porch." I walk up the front steps each one is creaking as i get to the mail box and reach in the front door slowly opens with a low moan of protest. I jump back looking over my shoulder moms rummaging around in the back of the truck, looks up and says "great you found the key." I peek around the partially open door and its really dim inside and gives me a feeling of unease.

My mom calls, "start grabbing your stuff anna its not gonna unpack itself."

I roll my eyes and go to get my box the has my most important possessions and walk behind my mom into the house. Its dark, old and huge. Mom says "im going to put this in the kitchen, pick any room you like." Box under arm i walk slowly up the stairs and down a long hall i pear into the first room it is very small and has little pink bunnies all over the walls. The next room is the master bedroom, very large and has a huge window.

I walk further down the hall and open the last door at the end the room is a good size and there's no pink bunnies so i pick this one. I put the box on the floor and turn on the light there's a old poster on the closet door peeling at the corners from old age. I look in the closet and there's the name nick written with crayon on the wall i run my fingers over it and a loud bang startles me. I look over my shoulder and a old baseball bat is laying on the ground by the door. I kick it and leave the room heading down to find another box.

As i walk down the stairs he stands watching down from the top floor going unnoticed. I get a strange feeling of being watched i glance up but see nothing and shrug. Yelling hey mom "can we get some pizza?"

My mom calls "in here" i walk into the kitchen its huge compared to our old apartment there's a table and chairs and even a fridge. My mom says no on the pizza that its 6 am. I watch her unpacking boxes and tell her im starving. She tells me in a bit we will go to a market for some groceries, and sends me out for the rest of my boxes.

I wander back out to the truck and rummage around finding another box with my name and start towards the front door i glance up and see a guy watching me from the upstairs window. Dropping the box i run inside yelling "mom" in a panic "there's a guy in the upstairs window!" My mom says "that's impossible" as we run up the stairs to have a look. We look in each room and find no one there. My mom looks at me and says "see nothing here, was probably a shadow or something" but i know what i saw.

My mom goes back down stairs and i start to unpack boxes sitting on the edge of the bed.

I look down and partly hidden under the bed is a old comic book i pull it out looking at it and toss it to the side. I throw myself back on the bed closing my eyes letting out a puff of air. I don't wanna be in this house or this town. I get that same feeling im being watched and i open my eyes and sit up and in the door i see a guy around my age leaning against the door frame watching me, I freak out and start to yell for my mom but he is gone again. Looking down i see the bat and pick it up i start looking in each room again and find nothing.

I start down the stairs, my moms now in the living room putting pictures up on the mantle. I flop down on the couch watching and i tell her "this house is freakin creepy!" My mom glances at me and says "its just old and this is a fresh start, give it a chance" smiling at me. I wander out to get another box glancing behind me again and there he is on the porch watching me again! i run up to ask him who the hell he is and why he is being a creeper and he fades away. I get this weird feeling and every hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I go grab another box and this time i keep quiet about seeing the guy.

I head back up muttering to myself about living in a creepy old house with a stalker lurking and as i walk in my room he is sitting at the edge of my bed. I stop and i can feel my heart pounding and look at him he looks back with a puzzled look and i ask "who are you and why are you in our house?" he smirks at me and says in a really low yet deep voice "this is my house and my room" I am still freaked out but also curious, i tell him my mom bought this house and we are moving in. He says this was his families house and they moved away a long time ago and never came back. He tells me his name is nick and that he died in a car crash a long time ago. I don't really know what to say so i just sit looking at him not sure if im losing my mind or this is real.

I tell him my name and how my dad took off and left us broke and we moved here to start over and how i miss my old apartment and my friends and that all i want is to go home. He tells me that he has been stuck here for along time that his family left and couldn't hear him or see him. I touch his hand and i cant feel him but i feel this odd tingling sensation. My mom calls up to me "anna who are you talking to, get off that darn phone and help get the rest of these boxes" nick is no longer sitting next to me and the rooms empty. I whisper his name but he doesn't show up or answer me i head down the stairs looking back and still nothing. As i go to get the last of my stuff. Nick sits on the stairs watching unnoticed watching as we move into the house that was once his.

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