((Y/n)) jolted out of bed, Looking around as if something was there. She looked down the hallway, but nothing was there. ((Y/n)) was confused. ((Y/n))'s eyebrows furrowed as she gripped the blankets. Her parents' door opened, causing her to jump. Her mother walked to her room, "get dressed sweetie." She said kindly, leaning on the door frame. ((Y/n)) looked confused at her mother. She checked the clock. It was 7 o clock! "Wha-?" She asked confused. Her mother laughed, "Today's your first day of school, I already packed everything for you!" She smiled. "Oh, and your father's making waffles, so hurry and get on your uniform!" ((Y/n)) hated going to school, but on the other hand... waffles. She grabbed the uniform that hung on her closet door. It was a plain white dress shirt, black stockings, and a red plaid skirt. "Ew...." ((Y/n)) mumbled. She always hated skirts. She sucked it up and put the uniform on.
((Y/n)) hesitated as she hovered her hand over the light switch. She flipped it on and hissed at the light that filled he room. She rubbed her eyes and squinted. ((Y/n)) still closed her eyes since it was way too bright. She reached on her dresser and finally found the brush. She brushed her hair quickly and ran downstairs down into the ballroom. She opened the door on the side of the ballroom and she walked into a large dining room. She sat down at the large table and waited for her father to come into the room with a stack of waffles in hand.
Her mother came in and sat down. She wore a silk pink robe with a white tank top and baggy purple pajama pants underneath. "You excited for your first day at a new school?" She said kindly. ((Y/n)) shrugged, "Eh" She said simply. No kid liked school, and the same went for her. Being the new kid sucked, and she knew that for a fact. To add on to that, she was transferring, it was already the start of December. Her father soon walked in, disrupting ((Y/n))'s thoughts. He held a plate with two big waffles that were practically drowning in butter and syrup.
((Y/n)) perked up and chowed down on the food like a pig. Her mother looked at the clock on the wall and her sweet smile went away. "Oh dear you missed he bus!" She said. Her father grabbed ((Y/n)) and her mother threw ((y/n))'s book bag, which her father caught in mid air. He rushed out the door and threw ((y/n)) into the car and sped off. In what seemed like only a few seconds, they had already reached the school.
"Alright. Love ya sweetie" Her father kissed her forehead
((Y/n)) yeeted out the door and ran into the school. Luckily for her, the school's doors had just opened, so she wouldn't be late for her first day. She ran in and went to the main office. A woman walked up from behind the desk, "Yes?" She asked coyly. "...Uh.... What room am I in?" ((Y/n)) asked nervously. The woman smiled, "You must be the transfer student. It's on the second floor. Now run along, you don't wanna be late!" She said kindly. ((Y/n)) smiled and ran away. 'Maybe this school wouldn't be too bad...' ((Y/n)) thought to herself as she ran up the stairs. ((Y/n)) scooted into the room awkwardly. She looked at the desks and saw a desk with a folded piece of paper with her name on it. This must have been her desk. She hurriedly put her stuff away and put her bag in the cubicle that also had her name taped on the inside of it. She sat down and fiddled with the edge of her skirt nervously. The bell rang and everyone went silent. They went over the usual morning routine, the pledge and announcements. All that jazz. Then class finally started. The teacher sat up from her desk and looked directly at ((Y/n)). "Class, as we talked about yesterday, we have new student." She stated, pointing at ((Y/n)). Everyone turned around at the same time to look at her. ((Y/n)) smiled awkwardly and waved, "Hi"
"Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?" She smiled warmly, clasping her hands behind her back. ((Y/n)) cleared her throat, "Uh... well, My name is ((Y/n)) ((L/n)), I like ((Favorite Activity)), and I just moved into the giant mansion in the back of town!" She bursted the last part excitedly. The teacher's smile faded and she was left standing there, just like the rest of the kids who were just as mortified. ((Y/n)) went back to her nervous state, realizing she obviously said something wrong. "W-well, I'm Ms.Mcneil. I'm hopeful that you will really like it here at St. Patrick Catholic School." She said with a forced smile. As Ms. Mcneil taught, ((Y/n)) got a closer look at the teacher. She was kind of old, maybe around her 40s or 50s. She had on a nun uniform, a few grey-ish brown hairs peeked through her veil. ((Y/n)) was then snapped out of her thoughts when textbooks were pulled out. ((Y/n)) then switched to the next class, and then finally it was lunch time. She looked around and saw that all the tables were full. There was only a lonely table in the back. ((Y/n)) sat down and laid her head in her arms on the table. The cafeteria wasn't as loud as when she was at her old school. Her old school was just a regular public school, so it wasn't very focused on kids manners. This school was pretty strict, so kids knew better than to act like an idiot. ((Y/n)) opened her lunch box and ate her pb&j. The rest of lunch was spent with her sitting all alone. The rest of the school day was pretty normal and then they had to head off to church. ((Y/n)) internally groaned. She already had to go to church on Sunday, now she has to go everyday during school. She sat in the very back of the church and pulled out a little notebook. She looked up a few times, but once she realized she was practically invisible, she stopped paying attention completely. Doodling in the little notebook. From demons, to flowers, to other little doodles that she could do in a minute or two. Finally school ended. She squealed and ran out of the church. ((Y/n)) saw her dad in the car waiting for her. She smiled and ran to the car as fast as she could and hopped into the backseat. Her father turned back to her and smiled. "So, how was school?" He asked as he drove off onto the rode. She looked down and put her head on the seat in front of her. "um... well it was kinda boring. You know, books and stuff, and more books... people looked at me weird and no one hung out with me." ((Y/n)) teared up a little bit. Her dad furrowed his eyebrows and adjusted the mirror to look at his sulking daughter. "Hey, it's just the first day. I'm sure people will warm to you sweat-heart." He smiled. ((Y/n)) wiped her watery eyes and smiled back. "...yeah..." she said still looking down. They arrived back at the house and ((Y/n)) ran up to the library. She hopped onto the chair and slumped in it lazily, "Violet?!!" She called out, wondering if she happened to be close enough to her to hear her. She heard the door open and looked over to see Charles instead. He swaggered over to ((Y/n)), "Ugh, I'm so hurt. What about me?" Charles whined dramatically, posing dramatically on the wall. ((Y/n)) giggled a bit. "Well, good afternoon anyways" he retorted. She smiled back, "hey" she said simply. "So I heard today was your first day of school?" He asked, leaning on the back frame of the chair ((Y/n)) sat in. "...yeeahh..." She said looking down sadly. Charles perked up, "aw what's wrong kiddo?" He asked concerned. After explaining, Charles nodded. "Hey, everyone's been the new kid in school at one point. It'll get better, I promise ya!" He said excitedly, ruffling ((Y/n))'s hair. She giggled and rolled her eyes. "I know that was cheesy. Say, did you know there was a little playground in the backyard?" He asked with a childish grin. ((Y/n)) cocked her head to the side. Charles picked up ((y/n)) and tip toed down the stairs. He then shuffled out of the door, making sure he didn't make any loud noises. He then walked to the backyard and there was the playground. ((Y/n)) 'ooed' and skipped to the playground. There was a metal slide, a swing-set, and a marie-go-round. Charles chilled on the wall of the house and made sure she didn't go out too far on her own. He brought out a cigarette and lit it, taking a big puff from the cancer stick. He smiled at how much fun she was able to have so little equipment. Then ((Y/n)) hopped on the marie-go-round, she looked at Charles with a bright smile, "spin me!" She squealed. Charles rolled his eyes and jogged over. He began to spin the marie-go-round faster and faster. ((Y/n)) giggled loudly, hanging on the bar as tight as she could.
{Timskip to after the park}
((Y/n)) rubbed her eyes and collapsed on Charles. He chuckled and threw his cigarette out. He picked her up and took her upstairs to her bedroom, taking of her shoes and tucking her into her bed. He sat on the bed and kissed ((Y/n))'s forehead. He then heard giggles coming from behind him. He looked behind him and saw Violet. Charles rolled his eyes, "don't you dare start" he pointed at her. Violet giggled a bit louder, "n'aaaaaw!" She teased. Charles got off the bed and lightly pushed Violet. She laughed and chased after him to tease him more.
{Time skip}
11:48
((Y/n)) rubbed her eyes and looked down the hallway. There was nothing there. She squinted as much as possible until she was practically closing her eyes. There was nothing. ((Y/n)) sighed in relief and hopped out of bed quietly. Her stomach growled loudly as she tried to tip-toe down the steps. She reached the first floor and walked into the door in the living room that lead down to the basement (kitchen) She rushed down the steps and walked into the large kitchen.
She went to the fridge but stopped. The fridge was ajar, causing the room to have an eerily dim light in the room. Then she looked down. The fridge was leaking from the inside. A reddish-black liquid oozed out of the fridge, then the worst happened. The door began to open even more. ((Y/n)) backed up slowly, trying not to make any noise for whatever was in the fridge know of her presence. The fridge then slammed open. She screamed and out of the fridge came a corpse. It was of a kid that looked to be around her age. The hair of the little girl covered her face. Her dress was tattered and bloody. The blood from the scratches and bite marks leaked onto the floor. Then the little girl moved an arm. ((Y/n)) tried to leave, but she couldn't. She was so frozen in fear. The girl in front of her started to slowly get up and revealed her face. It was just a whole in her face. The blood violently bled down from the giant gapping whole in her face. Then rows of teeth spiked up. It was like the mouth of a leach was her face. ((Y/n)) screamed and ran from the thing on the ground. She looked back to see the girl crawling at ungodly speeds, catching up quickly. Tears ran down from ((y/n))'s eyes as she ran faster up the stairs. The hissing from the thing behind her grew louder and louder. Then the door from her room opened up. Out from the room the thing that was usually at the end of the hallway stood in the doorway. The thing from the previous nights and the little girl cornered ((y/n)) in the middle of the hallway.
{Hello my lovelies. I'm sorry I went on like, a 10 day hiatus. There will be a lot of chapters coming soon
Stay tuned~}
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• / / Hell House \ \ • (Alastor x Reader) (discontinued)
RomanceThis story is about ((Y/n)), who moves into a new house. But she later finds that the house harbors some secrets. the reader's is a girl in the story. it doesn't affect most of the story though. Hope you enjoy.
