Hollow Rock

In this supernatural horror story, your name is Alison Wood. Your dad found work as a Doctor in Hollow Rock, Tennessee, so your entire family just moved. But after just one day in the new house, you start to experience weird things. Strange noices in the attic, things moving by them selves. You even have a disturbing dream about your littlesister, Anna. Things get worse and worse, and the only person you confy to, is your friend Emily, who's still living in London. The only good thing about the new city, is the girl you meet in school, and her brother, who's really sweet. But how long, before things ends? When will you reach 'point of no return'?

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1. New home

My name is Alison, but my friends calls me Ali. My family and I just moved to a new country, because my dad found work. He's a Doctor. Before moving here, we lived in London. I like it there. All of my friends lived nearby, school was amazing and although we lived in a tiny apartment, and I shared a bedroom with my littlesister, it was nice.
It was cozy. Now we live in an enormous house, in Hollow Rock, Tennessee. There is literally only 709 citizenz.
My mom loves it. She says it is going to be a brand new start. I'm betting she only loves it, because the new house has a really big kitchen. My mom is a chef, so she cooks alot. Hopefully there's a job for her too, in Hollow Rock.
My littlesister is nine, and says that she is so sad about moving. She's going to miss her friends. I mean, come on, she's nine. She has the perfect age for making friends. A little boy will grab her hair, pull her ponytail, and there she has her first friend already. No one is going to pull my hair, because they like me. People actually have an opinion of me, before they even talk to me.
Oh no... What if they hate the way I dress? Or the way I talk, or the way I do my hair! Oh my god, I am so screwed.

"We're almost there, honey," it sounds from my mom, sitting in the passengers seat, next to my dad, driving the car. I pull my headphones off, and look up, outside the window. This place is so different from London.
"Are you listening?" I quickly turn my eyes at my mom.
"Yeah. Did you expect me to start singing 'Oh Happy Day'?" I answer, with kind of an attitude, and my mom does not look happy.
"Would you relax? Remember, it's a new start! Don't look at this as a punishment."
"But this is a punishment, you are ripping me away from everything!"
"Please, honey, stop being such a dramaqueen."
As my mom finishes that sentence, we pull up in to the driveway. Even though I have seen the house before, it still seems different somehow. Bad different.
As I walk up toward the house, I'm getting a weird feeling in my stomach.
I stop a few meters from the stairs, that leads to the front porch and door, and look up to the first floor windows.
Both of my parents are unloading the car, while my sister is running around the front yard.
When you look at the house, it looks as if it has been abandoned for some time. Everything looks rotten. Why did my parents buy this house.
"Come help us with the baggage, honey," my mom yells from the car. I ignore her at first, but then look at her.
"I don't want to," I answer almost silently. I start to walk up the stairs, to the front door. I grab the doorknob, turn it and push.
"The door is locked, honey. Come get the key."
I walk back to the car, and take the key from my mom, who is handing it to me.
When the door opens, the first thing I see, is the huge staircase leading to the first floor. The big kitchen is on the left, with a black dining table made of glass, and six black wooden chairs placed around it. On the right, one big couch, and one small, placed in a square, a coffee table in the middle, and of course, the big comfy 'daddy' chair in the corner. Everything placed in front of a flat screen TV. Everything on the inside of the house, looks so new.
Why does the house itself, look so old? I walk up the stairs, to the first floor. First I see the master bedroom, then something that probably used to be a nursery. The only thing left in the house, is one of those things that you put over a babys bed, so they have something to look at. Next, I walk past a giant bathroom, with the biggest bathtub placed against the right wall. I pass two more bedrooms, before I walk inside the room at the end of the hallway.
Right next to the door leading to that room, is the stairs to the attic.
The room is huge. There's no furniture, except one light blue comfy chair in the corner. My mom promised, that I could choose the room that I wanted, and I found it. Although it is kind of creepy, when the attic staircase is right next to it. But it doesn't matter. It's far away from the others, and privacy never hurt anyone. Two minutes later, my mom comes up with some boxes, and puts them on the floor, right by the door.
"Here's some of your stuff. Please unpack it, I don't want to do it for you," she says, looks at me and smiles.
I give her a little smile back.
"Yes, mom."

I've spent all day unpacking boxes. My mom kept coming up with more. But at least it is starting to look like my room.
And I kept finding old stuff, that I didn't even know I had.
"Diner's ready!" My mom yells from downstairs. I walk downstairs, in to the kitchen and sit down on one of the black wooden chairs.
"The moving van won't come untill tomorrow, so you're going to have to sleep on the couch," it sounds from my dad.
"What about Anna?" I ask.
"She will sleep on the other couch."
"Okay. I'm gonna set up my laptop."

The evening passes by, and I have spent the most of it on Facebook. I shut it down and lean back. I pull the black knitted blanket up to my shoulders, and close my eyes.

 

I wake up early. The couch is not a very pleasant place to sleep, and all I want is my own comfy bed.
Everyone else is still asleep. I go upstairs to go to the bathroom. It is still dark outside, and the long hallway seems to take forever to walk through. Awake, but still half asleep, I lounge my way to the bathroom. I close the door and sit down. Suddenly it sounds as if someone is walking across the attic floor right above me. I look up to the ceiling and listen. Footsteps. I'm sure that I saw both of my parents in their room, sleeping on the floor. I know that I saw my sister on the other couch. I quickly finish up in the bathroom, open the door and peek out in to the hallway.
Okay, there's no one here. I start to walk through the dark hallway, all the way to the end. I look in every room on my way, to make sure that no one is about to jump out. When I finally reach the end, I slowly start to walk up the stairs to the attic. The footsteps have stopped, but no one has passed me in the hall, so there is definitely still someone up there. As I make my way up the stairs, my heart starts to pound faster and faster. I take a deep breath, before reaching the end of the long staircase. I look all the way around, expecting to see my mom or dad, but I see no one.
The attic is completely empty, except for a lot of dust, and in the middle of the floor, a dollhouse.
I walk across the attic floor, to the dollhouse and sit down in front of it. I wonder why it is here. Maybe the previous owners forgot to take it with them. It is an exact duplicate of our house, and it looks just as old and rotten.
There's only one difference. There is something on it. It looks like... Blood.
As soon as I realize what it is, I run down the stairs as fast as I can, all the way to my couch and hug my blanket. After a while, I can finally breath again. It couldn't have been blood. Could it?
I'm sure that it was just some red paint, or a red marker used to draw on the dollhouse. Yes, that must have been it.
I turn on my laptop, and use the next couple of hours on Facebook.

"Goodmorning!" It sounds from my mom. She's way too happy in the morning.
"Morning, mom," I answer, still with my nose buried in my laptop.
My mom walks straight to the kitchen, to make breakfast.

The furniture van has finally arrived. I can finally sleep in my own bed! My dad is helping the men from the moving firm, lifting beds and getting them to the different rooms. My sister and I are moving boxes, filled with books, blankets, flatware and so on, inside the livingroom, where my mom is sitting on the floor, unpacking all of it and putting it in the right places. I walk toward the front door, to get another box, but see my bed being moved upstairs, when I pass my dad. A little smile is showing on my face, and I walk outside to get a box. I give my mom the box, and then sneak upstairs to my room, where my bed stands perfectly placed against the left wall. I grab my laptop, jump into my bed and turns it on. After a few hours, well spent on Facebook, I log on to Skype, to see if my friend Emily, from London, is online. She is! I immediately click on the 'call' button.
"What's up, girl?" Emily yells from the other end.
"I'm so glad you're online! This place is awful!"
"What are you talking about? Living in the country, in a huge house, and you even get your own room!"
"I know, Emily. But it's not like I live here because I want to. My dad found a job here. The house creeps me out. This morning, when I went to the bathroom, I swear I heard footsteps coming from the attic."
"Did you check what it was?"
"Of course I did. There was no one up there. I found this old dollhouse though, which I thought had blood on it. But I'm sure it was just red paint or something."
"What if it wasn't? What if something really creepy happened in that house, and now it's haunted. Uhhh." Emily tried to sound creepy, but at the most, she sounded like an extremely bad horror movie.
"Come on. If something had happened here, we would have known. Someone would have told us." I tried to be logical, but only not to freak myself out even more, than Emily already had.
"Yeah, right. 'Cause if they had told your mom and dad, they would have bought the house. Come on, just check it out online. Search on Hollow Rock, and see if anything comes up." It makes sense, but it only freaks me out more.
"Oh my god, did you replace me already?!" Emily screams at me. I can't understand anything.
"What do you mean?" I ask, very confused.
"The girl sitting next to you. Is she your new best friend?" My screen freezes, and then my laptop shuts down.
Now I can't stop thinking about what Emily said. I look to both sides. Nothing. Was she joking? Maybe I should chech the internet, to see if something happened here. Two seconds later, I can hear footsteps coming from the attic again. I close my laptop and puts it on the bed beside me. I start to walk toward the bedroom door, and as soon as I reach it, a girl starts laughing. Just a normal laugh. When I walk out of my bedroom, my mom comes up to my room, with a basket full of laundry.
"Hey, honey. Can you put this in your closet?" I don't answer her question.
"What's so funny?" I ask, and my mom looks very confused at me.
"What do you mean, Alison?"
"What do you mean, 'what do I mean'? I heard someone laughing. Anna is downstairs, it had to be you."
"You are hearing things, Alison. No one was laughing. Put your clothes in your closet, before bedtime, please. Big day tomorrow. First day in your new school." My mom smiles at me, places the basket on the floor in front of me and goes downstairs. The footsteps from the attic has stopped. I grab the basket and walk in to my room.

A few hours later, after dinner, I sit back on my bed and turn on my laptop. It works perfectly fine now. As if nothing had happened earlier. It is still logged on to Skype and Facebook. Emily is offline. I hope that she didn't get too mad. Maybe she thought that I just clicked on the red phone and cut her off. I'll have to ask her next time. It's almost 11 pm, and I have school tomorrow. I should go to bed.

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