Our father disappeared when we were 6, and I don’t remember much about him. From what I can remember, and from what our mother tells us, he had the same face as us, but his hair was dark and his eyes were bright blue, almost a complete opposite of our ginger hair and brown eyes. Mom says he was a brave man, but kids at school and people around town say otherwise. They call him a coward who left his family because he was scared of settling down.
That’s why we moved, we used to live in a small, rural suburb where you had to drive 20 minutes to go grocery shopping, and where everyone knew your name, but we left that place, and moved to an old town, called Withering Bluffs. We live down the street from the high school we’ll be attending; Mom took a job as a waitress at the all day breakfast café down town, both me and Ox need to find part time jobs too, we’re old enough after all.
Our house is big, two stories, and very old, which is probably why it was so cheap. Though, stories of ghosts and demons living in the house probably helped with the price. The once yellow paint on the siding of the house outside is chipped and flaking off from being exposed to the elements for so long, the shingles are falling off of the roof, and forming a small pile on the lawn. The inside isn't much better; the floorboards creak with even the smallest step, the walls let in drafts through the peeling wallpaper, and the ceiling lamps make me scared, they look like they could fall off at any moment. The front yard is full of dead trees which are all slowly falling apart, the back yard has a small garden around the deck; I've looked under there once, and I swear to god I saw something, or someone looking back at me, of course, Mom didn't believe me.
Personally, I don’t like this house, or this town. Everyone keeps to themselves way too much, I haven’t seen one glimpse of our neighbors yet, Mom says not to worry, but I can’t help it, I’m ‘paranoid’ as Ox puts it. I’m pretty sure this house is haunted, when I was unpacking this morning, I felt someone blow on my neck, but when I turned around, there was no one there, hell, no one was on the same floor as me, Ox and Mom were downstairs watching the news in the kitchen. And yesterday, when I went to put some clothes in my closet, the doors wouldn't open all the way, it was like someone was pulling them closed from the other side, Ox couldn't get it open either, but Mom managed to, after hitting the door a few times.