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October. Autumn was thick in the air. Leaves of every shade of orange and yellow littered the ground while their stronger halves still clung to the branches above. A chrisp wind gave them a run for their money as it howled through the streets of Winter River, Connecticut. Porches and lawns were decorated with jack-o-lanterns, skeletons, and tombstones of every size. And everything had a comforting feel of spooky while also being accompanied by the smell of pumpkin spice.
An older house sat on top of a hill in this town, far enough away that people wouldn't bother but close enough that it wasn't a pain to drive into town. Not that anyone would bother the house even if it was sitting in the town square. There had always been rumors about the house, but that always happened with a house so old. But after the Maitlands died and the Deetz's moved in, even some of the harshest skeptics were beginning to believe the rumors.
Some claimed that the Maitlands ghosts haunted the house, which led to allegations of its own. Others claimed that the Deetz's teenage daughter had been possessed by a demon earlier that year after someone supposedly saw her flying in her bedroom one night. And yet others still believed that the people of the town were just bored and needed something exciting about their lives in the quiet town. But after no strange happenings for many months, people seemed to lay off the Deetz. But people still talked...
Boots pounded down the stairs, startling spiders who lived in the crevices of the railings. A gotic teen of 18 accompanied them as she blew her bangs out of her face with a huff. It was early evening, only just nearing five o clock, but the autumn sun had already started to set. Perfect.
"Im going out!" Lydia shouted for anyone who could hear. Not that she minded if no one did.
"Alright! Be back before-" her dad started to say as she walked out the door, but she had closed it behind her before he could finish. It probably wasn't important.
Lydia descended the front steps, skipping the last one as she jumped off, her bag jumping with her and flopping back to her side as her boots landed in the dirt. She walked around and pulled her bike from the shed, its wheels making an indented trail in the layers of leaves. This was going to be a good night. She hopped on and took off down the curving driveway that adorned the hill, leaves flying up behind her.
She crossed over a wooden bridge and into the heart of the small Connecticut town. The streetlights were just starting to come on, sending pools of light onto the darkening roads. She pedals effortlessly, the flat streets making it easy to glide quickly through the town. Most people were at home with their families on a Friday night, so she didn't have to deal with many cars. She enjoyed the small town, even if she had hated being there at first. Maybe it was just her favorite season that made the boring town more appealing. Or maybe she had just learned to appreciate the boring a little more as of late.
As she neared the opposite end of town from her house, the houses became fewer, and the trees became more plenty, their shadows creating interesting patterns on the pavement. As Lydia neared her destination, the cemetery as always, she slowed her bike to a causal pace, slightly eager for the next house on the street.
A moment later, a black beast of a house came into view as she rounded a curve in the road. It was set back into the land away from the road, a pointed, black fence surrounding the whole property. It was all angles and slopes of classic Gothic architecture, built to absolute perfection in the girls' mind. She road by it almost daily just to admire it. It had been empty for decades, and some claimed it was haunted. Some older people used to say that it was the long-lost lover of the house she lived in now. She dreamed of living it one day.
As she rode by the driveway that entered the property, something tragic caught her eye. The for sale sign, decrepit, and falling apart as it was from being there for longer than even her father had been alive had been changed. A neon yellow strip went across it, the black letters, sold, clearly printed on it. She never thought it was going to happen. Sure, the house was always on the market, but it had waited so long- she thought it would wait for her.
As she continued riding by, she saw a sleak hearse parked in the driveway with several people standing around it. As she tried to focus on their faces while keeping a steady pace, she swears she saw another teen girl staring back at her. But within the moment of Lydia blinking her eyes, the girl was gone. Her mind ran away from her as she looked around confused. The whole family seemed to have disappeared.
The honk of a car siren pulled her back to the road she traveled, her eyes darting in a moment of panic. She swerved her bike handles sharply, sending her and her ride into the ditch in front of the black fence, only nearly avoiding being hit by the speeding car.
She breath was rigid and panicked as her held her head and checked herself for injuries. Her bike seemed to be ok besides a few scratches in the black paint, and her clothes were only slightly dirtier than they were before and ripped at one of the knees. But she could barely think about any of it with the throbbing pain in her head.
"You seem to have gotten yourself into quite the accident. You really should be more careful, I hear the graveyard is always looking for new placements," a girls voice observes from behind her.
A/n: I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter of these two! I love cross over ships and these two are actually so important me! Enjoy lovelies!!