Il Vista by Noah CHAPTER TWO ADDED

CHAPTER 1





Clunk-whack-clank-bump The boxes and funiture in the back of the trailer that was hitched onto our truck carried out a steady rythem that had put the little three year old beside me to sleep. "Mom...this place looks like one of those snobby rich nieghborhoods" I said, watching the houses go by out my window. The small sound of laughter caught my attention and I looked around, spotting a few girls watching me, three of the seven sticking out alittle. The first had long, brown hair that came to her shoulders in lenth with a black and pink headband holding it in place. Her skin was a fair color but her eyes struck me the most. She had brown eyes, but I saw the faintest trace of red in them. She was tall, probably taller then me, but most people were. The next one looked about the same age as the first, but alot different. She had dirty blonde hair and had it up in a messy ponytail. Her bangs fell slightly infront of her face and she had large, black rimmed glasses and she was abit shorter then the girl next to her. The last was probably the twin of the first. She was tall, with brown hair that was alittle shorter then the other girls. She had bright brown eyes that were large as she watched me like the other girls. Her skin was abit tanner then who I guessed was her sisters, but she looked almost the same.
We passed the girls, my mind still wondering about the three, and pulled up in a long, worn grey drive way and into a small, two car garage. The walls were cleaned, oddly, and there were a few stains on the floor.
The house outside was an modern style, but clearly had been thier forever. The front had a small porch with a porch swing on it that looked as if someone would sit on it and it would fall to pieces. The door was a dark brown wood color, along with the shudders in all the windows. It was three stories, including the attic that is. One thing that stood out was the old, cracked window that was the attic's only light sorce. The outside was old, faded brick with some black ones here and there, and finally, sticking out of the roof was a chimney. It gave off a warm feeling, but it was freaky to me. Most of the houses were like it here, but this one stood out.
"Dad, did you say something?" I asked, looking around as I got out of the car and looked around, running my fingers down the walls and shivering slightly at the odd touch.
"No. Must of been someone down the street" He grunted, opening up the trailer with all our stuff in it. I nodded and opened the door, catiously entering the building. It was nice..brown walls with a dark, off-white colored carpet and some hard-wood here and there. There was no furniture, but that would sooon change. And change again. And again. My mom was big on having everything in a certant spot, but she sometimes took forever to get it that way. Turning left I saw the door going into the kitchen, but decided to turn right and saw the stair case leading upstairs. With a sort of smile I quickly ran up the stairs, my converse making light thumpings on the carpeted steps. The stairs led to a long hallway with four doors, three bedrooms and a bathroom.
"Nice I guess" I muttered, looking in the rooms. The master bedroom was my parents I suposed and the other two were medium sized..but one grabbed hold of my attetion. The large window had a seeet infront of it and I smiled, the perfect spot to read or draw.
"I found wich room is mine!" I called downstairs, sitting on the small window seat. My head leaned against the wall and I closed my eyes, smiling as I drifted to sleep in the window.

A six year old Sam walked through the old cemetary, crying his tiny little eyes out. He had gotten lost from his parents and had wound up here somehow and it was scarring the pour child to death. He sat down against a tombstone and burried his head in his hands when he heard a voice
"Whats wrong little boy?" The voice was soft, but blood chilling at the same time
"I cwan't find mwy mwommy or dwaddy!" The little boy wailed. He had a speach problem at the time, so he couldn't saw most words correctly. Sam looked up with red eyes and screamed at the sight of the floating person infront of him.
"You can see me and hear me...you must have...the gift" He said, dissapearing as a cloaked figure appaeared a few feet away "Runn little boy! Run!" The ghost screamed, diving into the ground.
But before Sam could get up, the hooded figure grabbed him, staring into his eyes with its own red ones.

"Swammy! Swammy! Wake up!" Came the voice of a three year old, my little brother Jack, making my snap my head up, eyes wide
"What is so inportant?" I groaned, rubbing my eyes slightly so I could see the little boy better
"Dwinner is weady" he whispered in my face, his bright blue eyes wide.
"A'ight...I'll be ri'down" I mumbled, cmy words combining like they did at times.
"Okay!" he squealed, running downstairs. Dad had clearly already brougth my stuff inside, because sitting in the corner was my bed, next to it my dresser and across the room was my old desk with the storage cabnits. Boxes of what stuff I had piled against the wall, some already opened, probably by Jack. With a yawn, I walked downstairs, my eyes not seeing the shadow that moved from the dark to follow me downstairs, jumping into my own.