Romance Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A voice in the night ❯ The first night ( Chapter 1 )

I'd like to warn you now; this story is a little peculiar but no different from any other tale. There is a beginning middle and end (though I admit not necessarily in that order). So after much thought I believe we should start at the middle for you are not ready to hear neither the end nor willing to hear the beginning.

Mama who's rrrReechy? Asked a little girl no older than five as she stood before a large heart shaped tombstone. Richie Hun. Corrected her mother with a weary sigh. Oh! Well who was rr Richie? She asked again gazing up at her mother with wide curious green eyes, and why did he die? Kira! That's enough questions for today. Sighed her mother. But- No buts now come along now or we will be late. Called her mother. Poor...rrr Richie I'm sure Mama wouldn't mind if I have him just one of her flowers gingerly Kira selected a partially bloomed rose and placed it on the grave before skipping off after her mother.

Soon after a ghostly pale figure grasp the delicate rose in his hand and followed the little girl and her mother, a sly smile plastered on his shrouded face.

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Eight years, it's been eight years since his death and 2 since hers thought Kira as she placed a old photograph of her and her parents on her new dresser. Her mother had died when she was still young ironically she knew on the anniversary of her father's death 2 years earlier. After a series of house jumping from relative to relative she had finally found a permanent home with her reality challenged grandfather. Despite that little fact it was actually really nice living with her grandpa Lu; that was when he wasn't talking about ghosts and ghouls and all those other sci-fi fantasy characters that he diluted himself into thinking existed. She had her own room, bathroom, not to mention a decent sized yard and for the most party plenty of privacy, for the most part. Kira! Bellowed her grandfather running into her door way. He was a little man about toddler sized with a round head and little sticky figures. Wha- Before she could finish that thought he jumped in the air and slapped something he called a su-tra on her forehead. It was supposed to scare away spirits according to him, in her opinion it was just a piece of paper with scribble on it.

Grandpa Lu!! Hollered Kira fuming. She stepped on the little pests back as he tried to make a break for it squashing him like a bug. How many times have I told you to keep your spirit and spell crap to yourself!? Kira respect your elders I was only trying to protect you from that spirit looming over you! Wined her grandfather in a pathetic attempt to sound hurt and offended. For the last time grandpa Lu there is no spirit! Screamed Kira kicking him out of her room and slamming the door shut. Ugh how many ties had she told that old man to keep his crazy fantasies to himself? Ever since a little while after she turned 5 years old her grandfather always, always made her the center of his science fiction fantasies. From the food she ate to the clothes she wore it was this will protect you, NO DON'T EAT THAT or would you please wear this? It will repel that spirit or this ghoul. The last normal thing he given her was some fake gold locket she never got around to opening that she wore around her neck. Oh grandpa Lu sighed Kira. You never change do you? A small smile crept across her face as she continued to unpack. Finally she reached the last item she had to unpack, a small painted box with the word MEMORIES carved sloppily into its surface. I wonder.

She slowly opened the box to reveal at least thirty hand drawn sloppy pictures of her and someone named Richie. Richie and me, Richie eating ice cream, Richie and me hugging. I love Richie? She flushed red as she dropped her locket into the box and slid it in the back of her closet along with the rest of her precious memories she didn't want her grandfather and his sticky fingers to get a hold of. Done! Laughed Kira in triumph as she flopped down on her bed and glanced at her clock. Huh 10 already? She quickly dressed in her night clothes flicked off the light and jumping onto her waiting bed.

Kira must have been in her bed for no more than 5 minutes when she felt a cold, smooth, almost feather like hand caress her jaw line. Kira whispered an oddly familiar voice huskily. She could feel a cold breath on her neck as the hand slowly moved her locks from her face. I've missed you. This time the voice sounded as if it was riding the wind the sound fleeting and short, but all the same those simple words sent her emotions flying. Who was in her room? What did he or she want? Most importantly why did the sound of this stranger's voice make her more happy and excited than terrified? Cold, soft lips trailed up her neck before she quickly shot up and flicked on the light. Her breaths came out short and raspy, her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she was drenched in sweat as she scanned her room for any signs of an intruder. The room was deserted as if who whatever was in her room had vanished from thin air.

Quickly she got up and slammed her window shut, flicked the lights off and climbed back into bed muttering I have to stop listening to Lus stories.