When your parents decided to move, you hadn't expected to be shipped to the middle of god knows where to live in your grandparents creepy house while they went off to Italy. They had such strange rules such as: keep the mirrors covered when you shower, hold your breathe when walking past the paintings with eyes, don't talk to the man with a crooked neck, always play with the Twisted Boy, when you hear a bell find the cat stat.

For the record, you have yet to even see this cat they mentioned. In fact, your grandma is allergic to cats and they don't own any cat food so what cat could they possibly be talking on about? Also, who the heck around here he a twisted neck?! And what little boy?! You never questioned it however, knowing full well they were weird enough as it is with all their little quirks and jigs.

Their number one rule was if you are in broad daylight and hear that bell run and hide and wait for something else to find you be it a strange boy to a tall spindly man. Basically just pray to god that the cat doesn't find you first, for some reason. You had no clue what they meant by the other few beings your grandparents brought up.

What's so scary about a silly little cat after all?

Today, you grumbled having to use the ancient hand crank to wash the dirt out and squish the water out. It was a nice a day with birds chirping and the sun was out birds twittered and flit about in the trees, creating a peaceful environment.

It was then that suddenly just then something that sent your blood to go cold pierced through the peaceful quiet ambiance around you.

CHING~

Run. Now.