Chapter 1
“Ugh, do we seriously have to move dad?”
“You know we have to sweetie.”
“Ughhh but I like it here!”
“I know hun, I know, but your mother found the new job and we have to move there.”
“Whatever” I rolled my eyes and groaned.
My name is Dani short for Danielle. My friends call me DD for Dani death. I’m obsessed with deaths, murders, suicide, and freak attacks. I don’t know why but I love it all. I study and draw it. I’m being forced to move out to California. I’m being forced to go there and leave my friends. I’ll just skip the boring part of packing and the plane ride and get to the story of when we get there.
The plane landed and we got a rental car to go to the new house. The house was a big faded green with a black and gold trim. A small chimney on the one side, a red brick chimney.
We walked inside and it had a large hallway that had 10 rooms going off of it to the left and the right. I went upstairs and found the room I’d be staying in without my stupid brother. He’s 5 and the most annoying brother in the world. He had tthe room across from mine. It atleast wouldn’t be like the old house where we had to share a room.
I layed down on my new bed and threw my suitcase and book bag down next to it. I stared at the ceiling hating the light color of it. It was a mid toned blue and it was disgusting. I already knew I would need to change it. I looked around and saw a small dresser with a knife on it. I got up and went over to it. Slowly I picked it up and saw a small amount blood.
‘???s point of view’
I saw her looking at my knife. As soon as she picked it up I opened the door. She turned around and dropped it and I quickly went over and made it look like it just dropped but I took it.
‘Dani’s point of view’
I heard the door open and I quickly turned around and dropped the knife. I walked over and looked out confused when no one was there. I walked back and the knife was...gone? I heard my brother start screaming downstairs at my mom. I screamed down, “SHUT UP BEFORE I COME DOWN THERE AND SHUT YOU UP MYSELF YOU LITTLE SHIT!”
“Hey! You don’t speak like that to your brother missy! You come down here and apologize to him!” My dad hollared
“NO FUCK HIM AND YOU!” I screamed back and slammed the door and immediately fell to my knees crying.
My family constantly fought over the stupidest shit. I got up and leaned up against the wall and punched it as I screamed out, “FUCK!”
I went to my bag and got out a small pocket knife and pulled my sleeve up. I looked at the 26 other scars. I took the knife up to the skin and felt two hands on my shoulders and I turned around and saw no one and I couldn’t feel the hands anymore. I sighed and went back to what I was doing. I softly heard in my ear, “Why, why do you do this?”
I turned around and cut my arm while doing it unexpectedly and went back and dropped the knife. “What the FUCK?!”
I grabbed the rag I’d used all the other times. I wiped the blood off and got up. “Who and what the fuck is there? ANSWER ME!”
I screamed when I saw a young boy appear. I fell back and started crawling backwards and layed against the wall. I was shaking and started crying more. He walked over, bent down, and held my face and said , “Hey hey hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me. I won’t hurt you. Just tell me why you do that.”
I shook my head and pushed him away from me, “No! Get-get away from me! Please don’t touch me. I can’t tell you!”
“Please, you can trust me, I won’t tell anyone as long as you tell no one about me. I’ll tell you my name, age, where I came from, whatever you want.”
“No, no, no, no no no no....NO! Please just go away!”
He grabbed my hands and said, “Emerson Seddon 16, my mother lives across the street with my sister, I’ve lived around here for 10 years. There, now you know me.”
“I-I-I...why are you in here?”
Slowly I started to calm down but I was still completely horrified. “I’m what you might call bound to this house.”
I stopped crying and relaxed more and got up onto my knees. He stood up and put his hand out for me. I grabbed his hand and helped me up. I looked down and he tilted my face up to look at him. He stared at my face and somewhat studied me. I pulled away and went down to grab the knife again and he
