The Ghost That Haunts His Living Toy On St. Cherry Street...[1]--The Day Has Come

You quickly walked down the dark streets of Cherry Lane, your heart pumping quickly against your chest. The cold Fall breeze slamming against your body sending you cold chills. You wrap your jacket tighter against you to bring heat, and fastened your pace.

It was close to midnight, a full moon shinning in the dark star-less sky. You stop walking from exhaustion and starred at the moon.

"Great...just perfect to ease my worries," you mumbled to yourself and looked away.

You were on your way back home, which was on the famous Cherry Lane. Or, at least; now Saint Cherry Lane. Midnight was getting closer, as the breeze started slamming harder against you. The dead colorless leaves were silently crunching beneath your feet, making you jump once in a while.

You were on your way back from the movies with your friends. Watching the new movie "Wig" at dead of night was not the best idea for sure! ('Wig' is a new famous Korean Horror Movie) OK, so you weren't so good at watching horror movies and all...maybe because you believe in ghosts a bit too much.

You start walking away, which turned into a run without you knowing. You quickly ran down the alley, feeling unsure. Something, defiantly was following you. Or, at least you thought. You quickly spin around but see nothing. You laugh quietly to yourself to loosen you up a bit.

"There's no such things as ghost Brenda! No ghost..." you kept repeating the same words over and over again, but no use. You just scared yourself even more! *snort*

Soon or later, you were breathing heavily in front of an old house which was the house in front of your house. You didn't really like to look out the window from your room at night. Why? Because of this particular house you are standing in front of right now.

You take a deep breath and took small steps away from the house. You hear a scream from a distant neighborhood and screamed quietly to yourself. You look in the corner of your eye and see a shadow behind the large windows of this mysterious house.

Your eyes turn big, your heart pounding against you harder. Did someone live here? No one has ever lived here for the last 10 years.

You kept reminding yourself the same phrase. No one lives there.

You see the tall figure turn away and soon out of sight. Someone does live there. But the house was empty just earlier this morning! Did someone move in while you were at the movies? Possible...

You then hear crashing from behind, since your back was against the house now. You feel your body tense, cold winds covering you like a blanket. But minus the part that it wasn't warm. You felt like you were trapped in a ice box.

You were about to go home, which wasn't far since it's now right in front of you, but you noticed your legs wouldn't move. Scared? Duh!

You stood there which felt like an eternity until you heard a deep voice behind, "What do we have here?"

Your ears perk up, not from surprise. But from shock and fear. You continue standing there and felt the stranger get closer. The stranger walks up behind you and whispers in your ear, "Didn't your mom tell you not to wander around dead at night?" you then hear the man chuckle. But in a evil way? This stranger was defiantly a man. From his shadow and the deep-ness of his voice. Honestly, the voice made you melt. But right now is not the time to drool and melt!

Ai yia to that!

You see the guy's face appear in front of you out of nowhere as you screamed your lungs out and fell back wards. The guy just smirks and walks closer, you whimper quietly to yourself and started crab walking.

The guy kneels down to you and his smirk washes away like you have just slapped him, "Now now, nothing to be afraid. Just trying to help you."

When the guy said 'help', you were almost positive you heard the word, 'kill' in the background. You know, like those horror movies!! Yep, you watch too much horror movies...

"W-who are you?" you managed to stutter out.

The guy just tilt his head, "Me? Your new neighbor."

But from what he just said did not make you feel any better. He was tall, dark hair, but you had to admit, he was very good looking. No, he was damn straight HOT!! But then so pale at the same time.

"Y-you li-live here?"

The guy just smirks, "Is there a problem?"

You look in the stranger, er, your new neighbor's eyes and got lost. You just shake your head to answer as a 'No', and just sat there with the guy kneeling down next to you.

"Good."

You try to look away, which was hard and tried to think of something else.

Who is he? Where is he from? What is he doing up so late?? God he's hot... No!! Can't think that now Brenda!! You're in the verge of... well, I'm not too sure...

"You're the girl who lives in front of me? Am I right?" The stranger questioned in a curious voice.

You look at your house and back at him, "Yes, I am. Why?"

You sort of knew what was about to happen. How? Well lets start off with a little intro. Your house, which has a long old legend of being haunted. Yes haunted. But the weird thing is, from the past 4 months you've been living here, nothing strange or mysterious has ever happened. In the little city, yes, little city you live in; there's a ghost story about your house. Which really gets in your nerves during Halloween. Since that's the "Best Horror Story" in the city. So all week before and after Halloween, there's always ghost stories about your very own house. How annoying do you think that could get??

The guy's smirk comes back to life, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

You feel your heart beating harder, "No." you simply answered.

"Do you believe in murders?" the mysterious guy continues.

You held your breath, thinking of what he is trying to get to. What's up with him? What did he want? Why did he want to know? Why was he interested?

"Murders are a different question." you stare at the guy's icy eyes and felt your body tense up like before.

The guy leans closer to you, "Murders are a real thing in life. Ghost are the same. They're real."

Is he some physco freak? What's wrong with him? He's insane... but he's not old. He looks a year or two older than you.

"Do you believe in Ghost that murders?" the guy continues.

That's when you started thinking, movies, no; HORROR MOVIES all connect to murdering. Ghost, phantoms, vampires, in all movies go to murdering. Killing.

The guy looks down at you, like he was telling you the very thing you were just thinking.

"What do you want?" you quickly crawl away from the guy and stood up, "Who are you?"

The guy stands up slowly and walks up to you, "Just to get something back that belongs to me."

Your blood starts to rush faster in you, which felt like ice. Not blood. You felt cold.

"Something?" you questioned silently, "What is it?"

The guy looks down at you with a wide devilish grin, "I just call it an 'IT'. We can phrase it as a her."

You looks up at the mysterious guy and shook your head repeatingly, "Who are you? Why are you here?" you start to walk backwards and across the street, walking closer to your house. The guy just follows, "Like I said, all I'm here for is to get what's mine."

"And what is it?"

The guy stops in front of you, cornering you up against the wall, "My living toy."

Your eyes turn wide, "Toy?"

The guy smirks, but this time like he was about to kill, "Living toy. Be careful child, he's haunting you."