Freaky boy

We look at each other and Jessica breaks the silence;

-Is the letter the same as this one? She shows them the key to all the mysteries.

Both of them answer: yes ....

then I go towards them and say: what an idea to come here and it will surely help us a lot!

the silence is made again... John speaks again and says:

-you know what, I have an idea!

He takes some dice out of his pocket and puts them on the table and throws them, he announces: the number 12.

- I don't need to remind you of the rules of the game!

each of us throws the dice and in turn I throw, it is sure that it is not me who starts, what a relief!

suddenly, the temperature has dropped inside, the candles weaken and almost go out but they regain their strength.

The dice have changed position and now I win the round!

Strange, we held on until the spirits spoke... John says: it seems that fate has chosen you to start...

-well great, I'm ironic: let's start the story at zero or the misfortunes have begun ....

flashback , back in time , 31 august 2010

It's been two years already. It seems like a long time ago, but at the same time, it all happened yesterday.

We had just moved to town, settled in the middle of downtown. Honestly, we were not welcome, people looked at us sideways like aliens had landed in the city.

My father stayed in New York because he always had business to attend to, he was always busy with work and we hardly saw him in New York then!

I guess we'll never see him again and by the time he finishes his business, we'll be old before our time.

Our future home was big with a particular style: a mix of old and new.

Certainly, it is an original house and even very pretty but the concern; it is the place which displeased me because it had a very strange aura, besides always this aura which floats above us now.

There was a beautiful garden, immense, surrounded by all kinds of colors: roses, lavenders, tulips, lilies, poppies, lilies of the valley .....

The flora was devastating here.

Even let's say the house is well located because it is close to my mother's new job and our future high school.

Like a real Victorian American ranch style house, a real country house as my parents imagined it: a real little family home.

- Linda? Jessica? We have arrived, my mother announces.

You girls can help me.

We turned our eyes to the huge neighborhood where our new home was located.

As I was saying, identical villas lined the old road, each of which could have contained several houses.

Sure, the town was old, but the houses had a lot of style and charm.

-We don't want to be here anymore! ...we said as we got out of the car.

We advance towards the landing against our heart and then we sit down on the steps of stairs, bored.

She approaches us and sits next to us on the steps.

-Oh, come on, Rosenwood is a great place to spend quality time with family and make lasting memories.

she continued: after that you can go wherever you want, we won't keep you here, not for long.

She went back to her place to get our things.

Noticing our sulky faces, she rolls her eyes and says:

-No need to be cranky, girls! Come on, help me.

We leave to help her with a sad and unmotivated look.

Each of us is carrying a suitcase and big boxes. Very heavy, what did they put in it, how did they fit it all in there? and yes, when I said "every corner of the house" I wasn't kidding.

She continues her speech: Tomorrow is your first day of school, you won't even notice it but this town will become your family very quickly.

-But what are we supposed to do here? There may not be as much to do as in New York, but still... Jessica replied, rolling her eyes in turn... I smile and say wryly: we're going to have fun this year, wow!

my mother cuts me off: well, let's see, it's funny, look... how beautiful it is here! And that tune? mmmhh....

I answer wryly: I think I'll get used to it soon. Don't worry, we'll survive.

-We will? Do you like this place?

-Yes, I think it's good.

She throws a backpack in my face. I yell at her, "Hey?

My mom knows me very well and sometimes I wonder: is she really my mom or my big sister?

-Oh, honey. Mom hugs me and kisses the top of my head.

Jessica yells back:

-How fragile! and throws herself at us.

My mom hugs us and the truth is that we are a perfect family and I am proud of it.

She strokes our hair and says:

-Your father had problems in New York.

But here we won't have those problems.

She adds: Linda, if you don't want to unpack, you can go for a walk. You like nature, don't you? Have you seen the forest here? It's really fabulous!

-What about me? I'm not allowed to go out? says my big sister.

-You are going to help me and I need someone to stay with me?

-it's really unfair, she left in anger.

-Well, I'm going for a walk but stop selling me this city, mom.

I add: don't forget to put my things away! winking at her.

She gave me a dark and murderous look. quickly, I'll hurry up to leave or it will end badly, hehe....

-Ok, ok... don't be too late... ok?!

-Yes, I was running towards the forest ....

After fifteen minutes, I arrived in a vast forest.The forest smelled cool, damp and cold. For a moment, I stopped to inspect the place.

There were massive trees covered with moss, which made the forest particularly green. It was quiet here!

You could hear the wind whistling in the distance, this forest creates a sense of dread.

It's the first time I've tasted this danger but suddenly I heard footsteps approaching behind me.

A guy ran past me, obviously jogging. After a few minutes, he came running back towards me.

Our eyes met and he stopped, deciding to approach me... I took a step back because I don't know what to expect…