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Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2025105
This is for the Weekly Writings Contest. Wish me luck! Feel free to give feedback. Thanks.
I peered through my car window, looking around the neighborhood. Yes, the area did seem a bit off, but I am desperately searching for an apartment that ranges from $500 to $1,000. The apartment that I sold is around $600. It may need some fixing up, but it'll do for now.~1~

"Liz, are you sure we should live here?" my friend, Stephanie asked doubtfully.

"You know we need a cheaper apartment," I told her, my eyes fixated on the road.

"Yes, I know. But, I don't want to live in a building where there are spiders and roaches crawling all over me."

"Listen, Steph. We won't live here too long. As soon as I find a job and get the money I need, we can find a cleaner environment to live in. But, for now, we're just going to have to settle for this one. Just bear with me."

Stephanie sighed as she peered through her window.

I pulled into the driveway of our new, raggedy home and we climbed out of the vehicle. ~8~

After we had the movers place the boxes into our apartment room, Stephanie and I unpacked our belongings.

"There better not be any spiders crawling over me because I'll go crazy," I heard Stephanie mumble to herself as she finished up unpacking.

I chuckled. "We'll be fine, Steph," I promised.

"Whatever," she murmured bitterly.

"Maybe later, we could greet some of our neighbors.

Stephanie nodded. That is one thing she loves. Interacting with new people. One thing that is difference between the both of us is that she is more of a social butterfly, and I am more reserved.

"We could invite them out for drinks," she said cheerfully.

I walked around to find someone around my age that I could interact with until I felt a hand on my shoulder. ~13~

I whipped around to face a tall guy. He had short, dark hair. His dark brown eyes, which were hid behind his glasses, peered intensely into mine. Everything he wore was black: black hoodie, black jeans, and black Converse. ~14~

"Hello," he said in his soft, deep voice, which gave me goosebumps. ~15~

"Um, hi," I said, nervously. For some reason, I felt endangered standing in front of the guy. I'm getting weird vibes from him. "I'm...um, Elizabeth. ~16~" I extended my hand.

Hello, Elizabeth," he said in monotone, grabbing my hand firmly, yet gently. "I'm Vincent. ~17~"

"Nice to meet you," I said, forcing a warm smile. ~18~

"So, you're new to this neighborhood?" he asked me. ~19~

I nodded. ~20~

"Nice," he said. "Well, welcome to the neighborhood." A smile finally played on his pale face. But, it didn't look like one of those warm, welcoming smiles. It was more of an evil smirk. He walked off, leaving my heart racing. ~21~

"I would stay away from him if I were you," a high-pitched voice spoke behind me. ~22~

I whipped around, facing a small girl with short, brown hair. Her skin was a light-brown color. She looked about twelve. ~23~

"What do you mean?" I asked her, confused. ~24~

"He's a ghost," she whispered. ~25~

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm sorry, but who are you? ~26~"

"I'm Jackie," she told me. ~27~

"I'm Elizabeth," I introduced myself, extending my hand for a handshake. ~28~

"Look," she said, ignoring me. "If you go near him, he will turn you into a ghost. ~29~"

I placed a hand on my hip. The same hand that I extended for her to shake. "What makes you think that he' a ghost? ~30~"

"I heard rumors about him being a ghost", she explained. ~31~

I rolled my eyes. "Listen...Jackie. I know Vincent seems a little bit strange, but I also know that he's not a ghost. So, why don't you go scurry of and play dolls or something. ~32~"

"Okay, first of all," she said sassily as she put up a finger, "don't call me 'kid', okay? I'm a young adult! And second, I'm not making this stuff up. One kid told me that he visited his house before and Vincent turned him into a ghost! ~33~"

I rolled my eyes again. "Look. I would love to stay and listen to your 'incredible' stories. But, I have to unpack." As I walked into the house, Jackie shouted after me. ~34~

"Fine! Don't say I didn't warn you! ~35~"

"So, did you make some friends?" Mom asked, as she unpacked some of her things. ~36~

I wasn't sure if Vincent and I were going to be friends. I suddenly remembered that he tossed me that evil smirk. I had no idea what that smirk meant exactly. ~37~

"Not really," I responded. ~38~

"Well, maybe you can make some friends at your new school. ~39~"

Yeah, I thought. And hopefully, the kids in this school would be a little more normal. ~40~

"Why don't you go unpack your things?" she said as she took out our lamp from one of the boxes. ~41~

I took one of the boxes, which contained some of my things, and walked to the crooked stairway. I walked into my new room, which was the best looking room in this house. The walls were already painted purple and the floors weren't too dusty. ~42~

I set the box on the floor and started to unpack. ~43~

After what seemed like hours of unpacking, my mother called me down. "Liz, Vincent's here to see you! ~44~"

A mix of confusion and fear rushed over me. Why did Vincent want to see me? ~45~

I cautiously walked down the stairs and as I reached the bottom, I noticed Vincent standing at our door, giving me that same evil grin. ~46~

"Hello Elizabeth," he greeted me, walking over to me. ~47~

"Um, hi. ~48~"

"I was wondering if you would like a tour to my house? ~49~"

I had no clue what to answer. I didn't want to decline the offer because that would hurt his feelings, but I didn't want to accept it because...I don't know dis dude! ~50~

"S-sure," I hesitated. ~51~

He led me over to his home, which wasn't as creepy as our new house. As we came in, I noticed that the place was flooded with darkness. I suddenly heard the front behind me shut automatically. ~52~

My heart started to race. ~53~

Okay. Relax Elizabeth, I thought to myself. Maybe it was just the wind. ~54~

Vincent switched on the lights, which filled the room with light. The house looked surprisingly normal. ~55~

"Wow..." I said in awe as I looked around. ~56~

"You like?" Vincent asked. ~57~

"It's gorgeous! ~58~"

Vincent chuckled. "Thank you. Would you like to come to my basement? ~59~"

Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand. I started to realize that we were shrinking. I looked down and noticed that my feet went missing. Then, my waist. Were we descending or something?~60~

"What's happening?" I started to panic. The next thing I knew, we were in a dark basement. ~61~

I could not believe what just happened. ~62~

"How did you do that?" I asked in shock. ~63~

"Do what?" he asked innocently. ~64~

"That-that-" I sighed and decided not to ask. "Never mind. ~65~"

"Okay. Would you like some lemonade?" he asked. ~66~

"Um, sure. ~67~"

"Wait right here." And with that, he ascended back to the upper level. ~68~

I looked around to find a seat. I spotted a dusty couch. As I sat down, I sank down into the seat. I was still dazed about the Vincent-being-a-ghost thing. I can't believe that little girl was telling the truth. ~69~

I suddenly felt the couch's weight becoming lighter. That's when I noticed that it started levitating. ~70~

"Uh, Vincent?" I tried to yell as loud as I could as I was getting closer to the ceiling. Before my head could crash against the ceiling, the couch slowly dropped back down. ~71~

"Sorry about that," a deep voice apologized, causing me to jump. "Sometimes, it just does that." He grabbed two glasses of lemonade from a table and handed one to me. ~72~

Before I could drink, I noticed the lemonade was glow-in-the-dark. ~73~

"Aren't you going to drink your lemonade?" he asked me. ~74~

I looked over at him. "Why is it glowing?" I asked him. ~75~

"Just drink it!" he demanded. ~76~

I looked down at my glowing beverage and took a small sip. The lemonade didn't taste too bad. In fact, it tasted pretty normal. ~77~

"How do you like it?" Vincent asked. ~78~

"Pretty good," I told him. Suddenly, I felt a little strange. I looked at my hands and they were glowing! I looked down at my feet and they transformed into a tail! "Um, what's happening? ~79~"

Vincent tossed me that grin again. "You're turning into a ghost. ~80~"
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