“This move will be good for us. A new start, a new family, a new life.” That was what your father Matthew said when he informed you that you’d be moving out to the countryside with his new future wife and your stepbrother.

Adrianna was a nice enough stepmother, but her son Arian was the opposite. He was distant and cold, seemingly wanting nothing to do with this move either. But alas, you both went along with it.

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The drive to the new house was long. The car was packed with luggages and bags, the moving truck carrying more behind you. The windows of the car were opened a crack due to how warm it was, the smell of the summer breeze filling your senses. Arian’s curly blonde hair swayed messily over his pitch black eyes, holding the same coldness they usually did. Eventually, your father pulled up to a side road covered by a canopy of trees, before arriving at a house by the edge of the forest.

“Here we are kids!” Adrianna cheered excitedly. “Oh! Look at that garden! It will be perfect for the wedding!”

“What do you think?” Matthew asked, parking the car.

The house was old. Vintage. Rustic. The paint was faded and the architecture was dated, but grande. It looked straight out of a history book.

“It looks haunted as fuck,” Arian scoffed. Ever the enthusiast, your brother…