The creature screeched as it speedily gained on Jordyn, a crimson liquid oozing from what looked like every pore on its body. Jordyn tried to run as fast as she could, but she had not even lived here for one day. Jordyn had enough trouble trying to find a bathroom in this house, let alone an escape.
Jordyn and her father, Mr. Stevens, had just moved to Pittsburgh. They wanted a new life, so they moved to a normal neighborhood with normal people living in it. The house was very pretty, but not too extravagant; it was big enough to give them both space, but not to much that they might feel lonely. It seemed perfect. Jordyn and her father never could have imagined a place this great. But, as it turns out, nothing is perfect.

, kiddo!”
“I know! I’m ecstatic!”
“Hi Ecstatic. I’m Dad.” her father smirked.
Jordyn sighed and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t prevent the smile that leaked through.
“Aw come on, you have gotta give your ol’ man a break sometimes! Joking keeps me from aging too much.”
Jordyn knew that she had seen this house before, dozens of times,  but this time was different. She had seen it in pictures or videos, but this time, it was real, and it was her’s. She began waltzing up to the front door, but as she did, she felt eyes on her. She looked up and down her street and saw what seemed like hundreds of neighbors’ eyes just staring. They weren’t staring at her, though; they were staring at the house. Jordyn immediately scurried to her father’s side, but he did not seem concerned with the odd looks. He began unpacking suitcases from the back of their van and told Jordyn to go ahead to the house. Jordyn's father tossed her the house key, and Jordyn pushed through the gazes of her new neighbors. When she got to the wooden entrance, she noticed a pristine, white envelope in front of the door. She picked it up. The words "To whom it may concern" we're scratched sloppily on the front with deep black ink. She opened the letter, and it smelled like        yet the parchment it was written on seemed well kept to say the least. There was not one smudge or speck of dust on the sheet. Yet despite how clean the paper itself was, the note looked hurried.
The note read," Dear new owners of this househ,
Welcome! We are so glad to have you here! Don't forget to come to our bi-monthly homeowner's meeting! If you have any questions about the neighborhoods or your house, feel free to contact us. Thank you and have a Wonderful Day!
With love,
Your new neighbors!"
Jordyn appreciated the gesture, but didn't think much of it. She grabbed her suitcase from her father and walked inside the house. Her father closed the trunk of the van and began heading inside, but was stopped short.
"Howdy, neighbor!" a stranger chirped at him from across the street.
"And hello to you, too! I'm Joseph Stevens- my daughter and I just moved here actually."
"Ah, so you're the famous Joe Stevens I have heard about! Welcome! I am so glad to have you here! Don't forget, we have our bi-monthly homeowner's meeting! If you have any questions about the neighborhood or your house, you can just ask. Would you like some help unpacking?"
"No, I've just about got it-- thank you though. "
"Of course, neighbor! Just let me know if you need anything.".
"Okay, thank you, but I think I've got it."
"Alrighty then! Remember! All you gotta do it ask!"
The man skipped back to his own house, but Mr. Stevens just stood there. He wondered if all their neighbors were like that. He wondered if that strange man's smile ever left his face. Mr. Stevens shrugged off the experience. Every neighborhood is going to have one or two more eccentric characters, right? 
Mr. Stevens walked up to the front door after grabbing the few suitcases and tried to go inside, but the door was locked. He figured it was just his daughter trying to be safe, but when he knocked on the door, she didn't answer.
The creature screeched as it speedily gained on Jordyn, a crimson liquid oozing from what looked like every pore on its body. Jordyn tried to run as fast as she could, but she had not even lived here for one day. Jordyn had enough trouble trying to find a bathroom in this house, let alone an escape.
Jordyn and her father, Mr. Stevens, had just moved to Pittsburgh. They wanted a new life, so they moved to a normal neighborhood with normal people living in it. The house was very pretty, but not too extravagant; it was big enough to give them both space, but not to much that they might feel lonely. It seemed perfect. Jordyn and her father never could have imagined a place this great. But, as it turns out, nothing is perfect.
"Today's the day, kiddo!”
“I know! I’m ecstatic!”
“Hi Ecstatic. I’m Dad.” her father smirked.
Jordyn sighed and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t prevent the smile that leaked through.
“Aw come on, you have gotta give your ol’ man a break sometimes! Joking keeps me from aging too much.”
Jordyn knew that she had seen this house before, dozens of times,  but this time was different. She had seen it in pictures or videos, but this time, it was real, and it was her’s. She began waltzing up to the front door, but as she did, she felt eyes on her. She looked up and down her street and saw what seemed like hundreds of neighbors’ eyes just staring. They weren’t staring at her, though; they were staring at the house. Jordyn immediately scurried to her father’s side, but he did not seem concerned with the odd looks. He began unpacking suitcases from the back of their van and told Jordyn to go ahead to the house. Jordyn's father tossed her the house key, and Jordyn pushed through the gazes of her new neighbors. When she got to the wooden entrance, she noticed a pristine, white envelope in front of the door. She picked it up. The words "To whom it may concern..." we're scratched sloppily on the front with deep black ink. She opened the letter, and it smelled like old trash, yet the parchment it was written on seemed well kept to say the least. There was not one smudge or speck of dust on the sheet. Yet despite how clean the paper itself was, the note looked hurried.
The note read," Dear new owners of this househ,
Welcome! We are so glad to have you here! Don't forget to come to our bi-monthly homeowner's meeting! If you have any questions about the neighborhoods or your house, feel free to contact us. Thank you and have a Wonderful Day!
With love,
Your new neighbors!"
Jordyn appreciated the gesture, but didn't think much of it. She grabbed her suitcase from her father and walked inside the house. Her father closed the trunk of the van and began heading inside, but was stopped short.
"Howdy, neighbor!" a stranger chirped at him from across the street.
"And hello to you, too! I'm Joseph Stevens- my daughter and I just moved here actually."
"Ah, so you're the famous Joe Stevens I have heard about! Welcome! I am so glad to have you here! Don't forget, we have our bi-monthly homeowner's meeting! If you have any questions about the neighborhood or your house, you can just ask. Would you like some help unpacking?"
"No, I've just about got it-- thank you though. "
"Of course, neighbor! Just let me know if you need anything.".
"Okay, thank you, but I think I've got it."
"Alrighty then! Remember! All you gotta do it ask!"
The man skipped back to his own house, but Mr. Stevens just stood there. He wondered if all their neighbors were like that. He wondered if that strange man's smile ever left his face. Mr. Stevens shrugged off the experience. Every neighborhood is going to have one or two more eccentric characters, right? 
Mr. Stevens walked up to the front door after grabbing the few suitcases and tried to go inside, but the door was locked. He figured it was just his daughter trying to be safe, but when he knocked on the door, she didn't answer. She was running.
She had been running ever since she opened the door. She ran to her kitchen the living room, but when she got to her room is when things got bad. It was waiting. It sat patiently in her closet, waiting for her to discover him. That was when she started running. It scurried along on its spider-like legs, dragging its slime-coated tail behind. The creature screeched as it speedily gained on Jordyn, a crimson liquid oozing from what looked like every pore on its body. Jordyn tried to run as fast as she could, but she had not even lived here for one day. Jordyn had enough trouble trying to find a bathroom in this house, let alone an escape.
Jordyn and her father, Mr. Stevens, had just moved to Pittsburgh. They wanted a new life, so they moved to a normal neighborhood with normal people living in it. The house was very pretty, but not too extravagant; it was big enough to give them both space, but not to much that they might feel lonely. It seemed perfect. Jordyn and her father never could have imagined a place this great. But, as it turns out, nothing is perfect.
“Today’s the day, kiddo!”
“I know! I’m ecstatic!”
“Hi Ecstatic. I’m Dad.” her father smirked.
Jordyn sighed and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t prevent the smile that leaked through.
“Aw come on, you have gotta give your ol’ man a break sometimes! Joking keeps me from aging too much.”
Jordyn knew that she had seen this house before, dozens of times,  but this time was different. She had seen it in pictures or videos, but this time, it was real, and it was her’s. She began waltzing up to the front door, but as she did, she felt eyes on her. She looked up and down her street and saw what seemed like hundreds of neighbors’ eyes just staring. They weren’t staring at her, though; they were staring at the house. Jordyn immediately scurried to her father’s side, but he did not seem concerned with the odd looks. He began unpacking suitcases from the back of their van and told Jordyn to go ahead to the house. Jordyn's father tossed her the house key, and Jordyn pushed through the gazes of her new neighbors. When she got to the wooden entrance, she noticed a pristine, white envelope in front of the door. She picked it up. The words "To whom it may concern" we're scratched sloppily on the front with deep black ink. She opened the letter, and it smelled like old trash, yet the parchment it was written on seemed well kept to say the least. There was not one smudge or speck of dust on the sheet. Yet despite how clean the paper itself was, the note looked hurried.
The note read," Dear new owners of this house,
Welcome! We are so glad to have you here! Don't forget to come to our bi-monthly homeowner's meeting! If you have any questions about the neighborhoods or your house, feel free to contact us. Thank you and have a Wonderful Day!
With love,
Your new neighbors!"
Jordyn appreciated the gesture, but didn't think much of it. She grabbed her suitcase from her father and walked inside the house. Her father closed the trunk of the van and began heading inside, but was stopped short.
"Howdy, neighbor!" a stranger chirped at him from across the street.
"And hello to you, too! I'm Joseph Stevens- my daughter and I just moved here actually."
"Ah, so you're the famous Joe Stevens I have heard about! Welcome! I am so glad to have you here! Don't forget, we have our bi-monthly homeowner's meeting! If you have any questions about the neighborhood or your house, you can just ask. Would you like some help unpacking?"
"No, I've just about got it-- thank you though. "
"Of course, neighbor! Just let me know if you need anything.".
"Okay, thank you, but I think I've got it."
"Alrighty then! Remember! All you gotta do it ask!"
The man skipped back to his own house, but Mr. Stevens just stood there. He wondered if all their neighbors were like that. He wondered if that strange man's smile ever left his face. Mr. Stevens shrugged off the experience. Every neighborhood is going to have one or two more eccentric characters, right?
Mr. Stevens walked up to the front door after grabbing the few suitcases and tried to go inside, but the door was locked. He figured it was just his daughter trying to be safe, but when he knocked on the door, she didn't answer. She was running.
She had been running ever since she opened the door. She ran to her kitchen the living room, but when she got to her room is when things got bad. It was waiting. It sat patiently in her closet, waiting for her to discover him. That was when she started running. It scurried along on its spider-like legs, dragging its slime-coated tail behind. Jordyn sprinted towards the front door, but when she arrived, the door wouldn’t open. She put her back to the wall, and the monster flaunted his long, yellowed fangs.
Mr. Stevens pounded on the door when he heard the screams, but as quickly as they began, they ended.