Hey guys, I really love love love demons, ghosts, and writing. Oh, writing!! Can never get better than writing!! Anyway, I've never made a fan fic before. Ever. So, you're going to have to bear with me on this; I'm inexperienced here, and I apologize in advance. But I have a feeling I might be able to make something worth reading. Maybe. Read it anyway and I'll love you forever!!! Can u all do me a favor, plz? Comment on how you liked the story, and if you didn't/saw something wrong with it, what was wrong with it? I just want to make it better for next time. Thanks!
Susan, recently divorced, moved into her new home with her children Max and Alexandra. It was the small family of three's first night in the old Victorian-style house on the end of Brooks Street. Their neighbors welcomed them, but Susan noticed something odd. She felt the cozy little neighborhood was hiding something from her and her family. It was curious, this feeling was. She felt nervous, like something she should know was being kept from her, hiding. She felt it mattered to her safety, and more importantly, Max and Alex's safety. She decided it was nothing and forgot about it, and she never told her kids.
Alex sighed in sadness. Her mother was forcing her to stay in this extremely creepy house, and she left all her friends behind in the move. She hated the house, with its pillars out front and the shutters on the windows. The walls were painted a dull shade of gray, and she just wanted to paint them something else, even if it was something as boring as beige. But now that she thought about it, beige would be wonderful compared to rain cloud gray.
'Beige would be nice,' she thought to herself. 'I'll ask Mom if we can paint my room beige.'
Max, in the room next to his thirteen-year-old sister, looked out the window at the fog-covered backyard. He noticed a tall, twisted tree with a thick trunk in the middle of the backyard. He was somehow able to make out the shape of the tree very clearly through the thick fog. It had about a dozen branches spiraling off of the top, but they might have well been normal sized trees. His jaw dropped in amazement. The tree had to have been at least a hundred years old! This was a big thing to a nine-year-old kid. He couldn't wait to get to the yard on Saturday and climb it.
Downstairs, Susan sighed and climbed the creaky stairs to her kids' rooms.
"Alex?" she asked while opening the door to Alex's room. "It's ten thirty at night. I think you need some sleep. We all do."
Alex just groaned and said, "Okay, Mom. Night."
"Good night," replied Susan, closing the door gently.
She knocked on Max's door, calling Max's name softly. There was no answer. She opened the door to find him asleep, sprawled across his bed as if he had fallen over onto the bed after falling asleep looking out the window.
She carefully positioned him the right way on his bed and tucked him in.
Susan began to walk down the hall to her room when she heard very light footsteps behind her; they were barely audible. But Susan heard. She whirled around quickly and saw something so surprising she jumped.
Susan, recently divorced, moved into her new home with her children Max and Alexandra. It was the small family of three's first night in the old Victorian-style house on the end of Brooks Street. Their neighbors welcomed them, but Susan noticed something odd. She felt the cozy little neighborhood was hiding something from her and her family. It was curious, this feeling was. She felt nervous, like something she should know was being kept from her, hiding. She felt it mattered to her safety, and more importantly, Max and Alex's safety. She decided it was nothing and forgot about it, and she never told her kids.
Alex sighed in sadness. Her mother was forcing her to stay in this extremely creepy house, and she left all her friends behind in the move. She hated the house, with its pillars out front and the shutters on the windows. The walls were painted a dull shade of gray, and she just wanted to paint them something else, even if it was something as boring as beige. But now that she thought about it, beige would be wonderful compared to rain cloud gray.
'Beige would be nice,' she thought to herself. 'I'll ask Mom if we can paint my room beige.'
Max, in the room next to his thirteen-year-old sister, looked out the window at the fog-covered backyard. He noticed a tall, twisted tree with a thick trunk in the middle of the backyard. He was somehow able to make out the shape of the tree very clearly through the thick fog. It had about a dozen branches spiraling off of the top, but they might have well been normal sized trees. His jaw dropped in amazement. The tree had to have been at least a hundred years old! This was a big thing to a nine-year-old kid. He couldn't wait to get to the yard on Saturday and climb it.
Downstairs, Susan sighed and climbed the creaky stairs to her kids' rooms.
"Alex?" she asked while opening the door to Alex's room. "It's ten thirty at night. I think you need some sleep. We all do."
Alex just groaned and said, "Okay, Mom. Night."
"Good night," replied Susan, closing the door gently.
She knocked on Max's door, calling Max's name softly. There was no answer. She opened the door to find him asleep, sprawled across his bed as if he had fallen over onto the bed after falling asleep looking out the window.
She carefully positioned him the right way on his bed and tucked him in.
Susan began to walk down the hall to her room when she heard very light footsteps behind her; they were barely audible. But Susan heard. She whirled around quickly and saw something so surprising she jumped.
People go to Scott land all the time just because of a monster in the lake named "nessie" Nessie is a creature that lived when the earth was changing, most likely a dinosaur that adapted to water. It is possible for a mammal to adapt to water. As long as they go in the water take a deep breathe for at least twenty minutes then come back up. Mammals have to do that for a least a billion years. Then it will become a sea creature. That's just a theory though. It may or may not be true. Do you believe?