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Ellie's POV:
I sighed and threw my pillow at my window, of course, the same night we move there, there’s a goddamn storm.
I groaned, just getting comfortable, when a bolt of lightening struck the tree outside my window.
I shot up, letting out a quiet string of curses.
I attempted to calm myself down by humming to myself, which didn’t exactly work.
I moved to the desk, sitting on top of it and opened the window slightly.
“Close you eyes, now and rest, may these hours be blessed Till the sky's bright with dawn, when you wake with a yawn" I sang to myself, hoping to calm myself down a tiny bit.
It was a simple lullaby my mother used to sing to me, usually calmed me down.
In the closet, I heard a near childlike yawn, and I froze, head turning back to get a look at the closet doors.
I could’ve sworn there was a shadow.
Freaked the Fuck out, I turned on all the lights, and dove into bed.
Despite all the fear and anxiety I felt in that moment, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out cold
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My eyes finally opened when I heard my alarm clock. Like every night, I didn’t remember my dreams.
I smacked the alarm clock, and when I did, my phone started ringing.
I picked it up, and saw it was my friend grace, smiling, I answered.
“Heya Ellie!” Grace hollered, I pulled my phone away briefly chuckled.
“Hola grace!” I said back.
“How's the house?” She asked, I could hear one of her songs playing in the background.
“Great!” I said, voice high, in an obviously fake tone.
I heard her giggle to herself.
“You sure?” She put on a British accent.
“Yes grace, you’re not my mum ugh!” I copied her accent, which only made us laugh.
After the laughter subsided, she took a breath.
“Sooooo, school today?” She asked, I could hear her family talking as she walked from room to room.
“Sadly, yeah. You’d think I’d at least settle in the house before they ship me away” I got out of bed, immediately regretting it as my warm feet touched the cold hardwood floor.
“Ooo, I’ve heard there’s plenty of cute guys!” She shrilled.
“Umm one: ow. two:I'm not interested in them, I just wanna do school and get out” I rolled my eyes, glad she couldn’t see my expression.
“Alright alright” she sighed, I heard her mother call her in the background.
“coming mom! Bye Elizabeth King” she said, back in her over the top British accent.
“And a bloody farewell to you grace” she ended the call.
I sighed, doing my stretches in my spot.
“Ellie, breakfast!” My mom shouted from downstairs.
“Come get it while it’s hot!” She added, and I smiled.
“Ok, I’ll get dressed!” I yelled back.
I stood outside the closet, my heart began racing, palms became sweaty as I thought about who or what could be behind the doors.
Images of a man dressed in all black, to a twisted creature, flashed in my mind.
I jerked open the door, only to be met with all my clothes, and a single piece of paper on the ground.
‘I know Greta, she was never nice’
Greta?
Was this a prank, did she leave this?
No point in lying, I was a little bit freaked out.
I got my uniform out from the closet, navy blue, yellow trim. I almost gagged when I saw it was a skirt.
Sighing, I put the outfit on the bed. Blazer, shirt, skirt, tights.
All that were in my size, but still looked tight.
“Almost like it was designed by a Nonce” I muttered to myself.
I heard a crumpling noise behind me, and turning around and looking down, I saw a piece of paper.
I bent down.
‘Hi I’m Brahms what’s ur name’
The handwriting was scrawled, almost childish, drawn in blue crayon.
I smiled, probably from one of the old inhabitants of this house.
“Elizabeth” I said to myself.
After a moment, a note flew out from the wardrobe door.
I froze, looking down at the note, which only read.
‘Sorie If I scard you last nite I almost fel esleep wen you sang’