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Hi guys. I know I have yet to truly update Ghost Around, but unfortunately, I have way too much going on in my life right now to write. To keep those of you who are still hooked on this story somewhat happy, I'm going to post an excerpt from a future part of the story. I'm very proud of this one; it was one of the first things I wrote for Ghost Around.
WARNINGS: Fire, deaths, nightmare.
Shira woke up in the middle of the night, shivering slightly. She attempted to reach around and pull the blankets closer to her, but found that her arms weren’t moving.
(ummm)
Not only that, but she wasn’t even lying on a mattress, but on… the wall? No, hold up – why was she staring down at her bed? Why wasn’t she in it – OH.
She was on the goddamn ceiling.
Shira couldn’t move at all. Her body formed a cross-like shape – her arms were splayed out across the white ceiling, and her legs felt as though someone had glued them together. All she could do was move her eyes.
And she could see, in the faint light from outside, people were sleeping in her bed.
Three people, to be exact.
(what the—)
They were all lying on their stomachs; they had probably nodded off while watching whatever was on the laptop at the front of the bed. A woman with brownish-blonde wavy hair was on the left side. Her arm draped over the side of the bed as she snored slightly. In the middle, a lanky man with even blonder hair grunted in his sleep, his arms tucked under his head. On the right side, a second guy with dark hair and some stubble had his mouth open slightly as he slept; his arms were straight at his sides.
Shira opened her mouth to say something – anything – to get their attention, but she found that she couldn’t say a word.
(help me help me someone what’s happening here please stop it stop it)
There was a small, faint popping noise and out of nowhere, everything went to hell. Literally.
Like a horrific flood, flames rushed into the room, engulfing it in a fiery storm. The three people on the bed were dead within seconds, and all Shira could do was open her mouth in a silent scream as she watched the fire rapidly eat away at the bed, their clothes, their hair, their skin; they were melting down to their very bones.
She shrieked soundlessly in horror as the flames moved upwards, covering the ceiling – and her. She could feel herself melting and burning, and she could hear screaming that wasn’t hers, but almost certainly the hoarse, unearthly howls of the corpses below her on the bed—
(STOP THIS STOP IT I DON’T WANT TO DIE NO NO)
[neither did we]
Shira’s eyes jerked open, and she lay in her bed, gasping for breath. Sweat was pouring in waterfalls down her body. Her body was shaking as she took in deep even breaths, trying to recover from the dream.
(It felt so real.)
Sitting up slowly, Shira reached out and turned on the lamp. She relaxed as she saw the room looked fine. Checking her alarm clock, she groaned when she saw 3:15 blinking at her. (Too damn early for this shit, ghosts.)
Wiping the sweat away from her brow and face, she was startled to find herself crying as well. Even all after these dead people were putting her through… she still couldn’t help but feel some small sympathy for them.
(You have to be brave.)
Clutching her pillow, she sat up against the headboard of her bed, gazing around her empty room. Well, empty as far as the human eye could see.
“This is my home,” Shira whispered aloud, taking a shuddering breath. “This is my house now. I’m not scared, and I’m not leaving.”
Was she talking more to herself, or to the invisible entities in the room?
Hello, friends. I'm so sorry I haven't updated Ghost Around in a bit. Quite frankly, my personal life is kinda crazy and busy at the moment. I've got a college algebra summer class that is kicking my ass right now, and a bunch of other stuff I can't really go into in detail. In addition, I've got a nasty case of writer's block. I know how I want this story to end, but I'm having trouble filling in the rest of it.
I am not deserting Ghost Around, but I may not be able to update for a little bit. I'm so sorry.
For future updates, just track the tag "rivkann writes."
I love you guys a lot, and thanks so much for the positive feedback so far.
Second chapter of Ghost Around... yeah. Not a whole lot to say about this one. Again, thanks for the positive feedback, and message me if you have any questions/comments.
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Chapter Two
An angry beeping noise split the air. Eyes still closed, Shira felt around for her phone and hit snooze on the alarm, not wanting to get out of bed just yet. She had to hit the snooze button twice, maybe three times before finally dragging herself out from under the covers. Looking around her new room, she groaned as she saw that there were still unpacked boxes and containers.
(Yeah… no. Why did I think waking up at nine in the morning was smart?)
Walking to the bathroom, Shira yawned, attempting to wipe away the sleep from her eyes. When she reached the sink, she bent down and turned it on, splashing cold water on her face. Coming up, she looked into the mirror – and found that there was not one, but two reflections staring back at her.
Startled beyond belief, she yelped and spun around, only to find that there was no one behind her. She looked back to the mirror, then back behind her again. Only a moment ago, a dark-haired guy with facial hair had been glaring angrily at her from the mirror.
Grabbing the closet item she could reach from the sink to use as a possible weapon, Shira backed up until she was flat against the door and able to see the entire bathroom. Looking left and right, she found nothing suspicious. And there was no one on the walls or ceiling, either. Looking down at the item she had grabbed in her right hand, she nearly laughed in exasperation as she realized she had grabbed a bottle of mint toothpaste. (Yes, because if there was some creepy dude in the room, I’d bludgeon him to death with minty-fresh toothpaste. Genius.)
But she wasn’t going to take any chances. Slowly, Shira tiptoed over to the shower curtain and yanked it aside, finding nothing except hair products and soap. Checking the cabinets under the sink, she discovered an unopened can of Febreeze, and the small closet was empty.
Looking back at the mirror one last time, she saw only her reflection. She was suddenly overcome with the realization that she really had to pee (she was really thankful she hadn’t pissed herself earlier) and quickly ran to the toilet.
As she flushed it, she heard a sudden rapping on the door. “Shira?” Rosie’s voice sounded concerned. “Dad and I heard you yell from downstairs; are you okay?”
“Um…” Shira paused. Telling her little sister that she saw a guy appear and disappear in the mirror didn’t seem like a wise decision. She didn’t want to give her dad or sister an uneasy feeling about the house, or have them think she was crazy. This move and the new house was supposed to be a new beginning – to help everybody move on – and the last thing anyone needed right now was stress or confusion or creepy dudes popping up in the mirror.
(Besides, they probably wouldn’t believe me. It’s just some sort of move-induced hallucination… or something.)
“I… I saw a spider on the wall,” Shira finally answered back, washing her hands.
She could almost feel Rosie tense up; she hated spiders. “Did you kill it?”
“Yep,” she lied, wiping her hands on a towel. “Flushed the little stinker right down the toilet.”
“Good. I hate spiders.”
“I know you do.” Shira opened the bathroom door to find Rosie, still clad in her pajamas, holding a piece of toast. “How about breakfast, and then you can help me unpack the rest of the boxes, okay?”
“Okay! Dad made some toast, and there’s Lucky Charms too!” Rosie chirped, forgetting about the spider as they descended the stairs to the kitchen.
“I hope you saved me some marshmallows, you thief,” teased Shira as they entered the kitchen. Her dad was on his laptop, absentmindedly eating cereal. Frodo jumped up to greet the girls.
“Dad, can I take Frodo on a walk through the neighborhood after we unpack some stuff?” asked Rosie, chewing on her unfinished toast.
Her dad nodded, preoccupied with checking his emails from his work. “But only if you put away everything in your room, and your sister goes with you."
“Okay!” Rosie responded, hurriedly finishing breakfast. Putting her plate in the sink, she went upstairs to her room, Frodo following her. Shira finally sat down at the kitchen table, bowl and coffee cup in her hands, and began to eat her Lucky Charms.
“So what was the yelling upstairs about?” Mr. Hayes asked, closing his laptop.
“Just a spider,” Shira answered quickly, sorting through the marshmallows. “I’m fine.”
“Good. Listen, sweetie, I’ve checked with the trading company, and they may send me out to Europe if the meeting in New York goes well. I trust that you and Rosie would be okay if I did that, right?”
Shira hesitated, swirling her coffee around with a spoon. Her dad was a stock trader. Formerly, he just worked within the United States but after... it… happened, he had taken a job as an international trader. It meant that Mr. Hayes would not be around his daughters too much, but the pay was a lot better than just staying within the country.
“Yeah,” Shira exhaled finally, looking up at her dad. “When are you leaving for New York?”
“Three weeks or so,” Mr. Hayes replied, standing up, his laptop tucked under his arm. “They’re giving me a couple days to get settled into the house, then it’s back to work. I’ll be able to see Rosie off on her first day of second grade before I leave. And I’m not sure when I’d go to Europe; I’ll find everything out after the New York trip.”
“I’m sure everything will be okay.” Picking up her empty cereal bowl and coffee cup, she went to go place them in the sink. “Was the basement okay? I mean, sleeping-wise?"
“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad,” said Mr. Hayes as he and Shira walked out into the living room. “How about your new room? Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah, I slept fine,” she answered. Mr. Hayes nodded in satisfaction. As they reached the foot of the stairs, he turned to her. “Also, before you start unpacking the rest of your stuff, I do want you to see if any places are hiring. You’re not in school, so you need to get a job, okay sweetheart?”
“I know, Dad. I’ll find one.”
He smiled in relief. “Good, good. I think this house will be good for us all, you know? A new place for you and Rosie…” he drifted off, his eyes glazing over as he sadly looked off into space. He was thinking of her again –
“Dad? Dad. It’s going to be fine.” Shira squeezed his arm, and gave him a small hug. “I’m okay, I promise. Don’t worry about me so much, okay?”
“Okay,” Mr. Hayes replied, letting out his breath. “I just love you and Rosie a lot… I hate this job sometimes.”
“We’ll be good! Besides, you don’t leave for a few more weeks,” Shira comforted him as they went up the stairs. (Dad… I miss her too.)
Some time later in the afternoon, about 80% of the house was unpacked and decorated. Shira’s music, art and movie posters lined her cream-colored walls. Her dresser and closet were good to go, full of clothes. Putting her guitar case against the side of her desk, she took a step back, sighing in relief, and surveyed the final state of her new room.
“Shira!” Rosie knocked on her door. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” she sang, laughing. “It doesn’t havta be a snowman…”
“Go away, Rosie!” Shira called back, feigning anger and failing to stop a snort.
“Okay, bye. But do you wanna walk the doggie?” Rosie giggled, singing it in the same tune.
“Yes, I’m ready. Did you finish unpacking?” snorted Shira, opening her door.
“Yep!” Rosie exclaimed proudly. “Now let’s walk Frodo, please-please-please?”
“I’m gonna get my shoes on, you go get his leash,” Shira said, turning back to grab her well-worn converse.
Rosie’s blonde wavy hair flew behind her as she went downstairs to find Frodo’s leash. The dog knew something concerning him was happening, as he jumped around the girl, barking excitedly.
Mr. Hayes poked his head out of the basement door. “Girls, I’m running to the grocery store to get some food. I may be gone when you get back. Don’t forget to take a house key, and lock the door behind you.”
“You got it!” shouted Shira from the top of the stairs. Lacing up her left shoe, she went down to meet Rosie and Frodo, who were practically hanging out of the door. “We shouldn’t be gone for too long, though.”
“Bye, Dad!” Rosie called as she, her sister, and her dog went out the front door. Taking the steps over to the driveway, they descended down the hilly pavement.
It was a lovely late summer afternoon, just before dinnertime. Shira and Rosie took turns holding Frodo’s leash as they explored the neighborhood, talking about all sorts of stuff. Their house was near the end of Songview Hills, so they decided to see how long it would take them to walk to the front of the neighborhood and back.
Things went pretty smoothly, until they passed by a house with a boy and a girl out in the front, playing with sidewalk chalk. Frodo immediately struggled against the leash, anxious to make friends; Rosie couldn’t hold on too long, and she let go, letting him cross the street and into the kids’ yard.
“Frodo!” groaned Shira, quickly running up to the Cairn terrier and scooping him up before he decided to do anything stupid. “I’m really sorry about that, guys. He loves meeting new people.”
“’S okay,” the boy said, reaching out to pet Frodo, who happily licked his hand. “I haven’t seen you guys here before; are you guys new neighbors?”
“Yep,” said Shira. “We just moved in over at Notefield Drive, at the end house on the hill.”
The boy stopped petting Frodo and withdrew his hand quickly, as if what she had just said contained some sort of poison. His little sister came up to stand next to him, her eyes wide open.
“You moved in at 1189 Notefield Drive?” the boy asked quietly, almost sounding frightened.
“What’s wrong?” demanded Rosie, taking Frodo from her sister and placing him on the ground. “It’s a nice house!”
“Nothing,” the boy said quickly, glancing left and right. “It’s – um – well, it’s—”
“Is it really haunted?” the girl suddenly asked, taking a few steps backwards. “Are there dead people in there?”
(Um. Thanks, kid, for announcing the thing that my baby sister is terrified of.)
“Haunted?!” Rosie exclaimed, turning to Shira. “Is our house haunted? I didn’t see any dead people!”
“No, of course not, they’re just kidding,” she said quickly before turning to the kids. “Listen, I’d rather you not talk about spooky stuff around her, okay? She’s only seven years old.”
The boy just looked confused. “So they didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?” She was beginning to regret going on a walk.
“Your house is haunted,” the little girl chimed in again. “Sometimes we can hear the music playing from it. It’s really pretty, though.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Shira was completely done, and Rosie was looking frightened. Normally, she was patient with kids, but these particular ones were ticking her off. All they had come to do was go on a walk with their dog – they didn’t ask for rumors about their new house.
(But… but… that weird hairless cat… and the guys in the mirror and window… Shit. No. Those were just hallucinations, remember? It was… nothing.)
“Can we go home now?” Rosie tugged at Shira’s hand, breaking her thoughts. “They’re scaring me.”
“Yeah, we’re leaving.” Casting a small glare at the boy and his sister, Shira grabbed Rosie’s hand and they left.
“I’m sorry, but it’s true!” the boy called after them. “It really is haunted!”
“Kid, knock it off!” Shira yelled back, walking faster, pulling Rosie and Frodo with her.
They made it back to 1189 Notefield Drive in record time. Their dad was already at the grocery store when they got back.
As Shira closed and locked the door behind her, Rosie asked the question she’d been dreading to hear. “Shira, is what they said true? Is our house really haunted? Are there dead people and music and stuff?”
Shira knelt down until she was eye level with Rosie. Sweeping her blonde hair away from her sister’s face, she replied. “No. Those kids were just trying to start some trouble, and I don’t want you to listen to them. They were just being mean.”
“But – but is it haunted?” Rosie asked urgently. “I… I don’t want it to be. I like it here.”
“I like it here too,” reassured Shira, pulling her in for a hug. “It’s not haunted, trust me. There are no such things as ghosts, or haunted houses, or anything like that. They’re just silly stories made up to scare kids.”
Rosie nodded, but she didn’t look thoroughly convinced. “Can I stay in your room until Dad gets home?”
“Of course, cutie.” The sisters walked upstairs together, the older carrying the younger. They hung out in Shira’s room, watching silly YouTube videos until their dad arrived home with groceries and dinner.
As Shira lay in bed that night, she couldn’t help but toss and turn for a long time, mulling over the events of the past couple days.
(There are no such things as ghosts… I’d know. But… I still wonder what the hell the deal was with the guys in the window and mirrors… No. It’s not real. You’re losing it, Shira…)
She fell into an uncertain, uneasy sleep.
Five pairs of eyes watched her again in the dark.
[i don’t wanna do this again]
[this isn’t her house she needs to leave]
[but the little girl]
[i don’t care they need to get the hell out]
[she doesn’t even believe in supernatural stuff what good will it do]
[come on i don’t know if i can do this please don’t make me]
[you don’t have to we can handle it ourselves]
[we WILL get her and her family out of here we will MAKE her believe]
Chapter 1 is finally done! I'll admit, it's not my best work. But I hope you guys enjoy it enough to keep reading. I hope my OCs don't sound too terrible, and you will see more of PTX as the story continues. The main purpose of this chapter was to just get these guys moved into the house. Please message me with ideas/feedback!
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there YET?”
“Rosie, I swear to God, if you say that to me one more time I will turn this car around and drop you off at our empty old house.”
“But when are we gonna get there, Shira?” the young girl asked impatiently, swinging her legs back and forth.
“It shouldn’t be too long now,” her older sister replied, focusing her attention on the road in front of her. Her GPS showed that they would be there in just another twenty minutes. (Unless this child kills me first.)
Normally, Shira and Rosie Hayes got along just fine. But this late summer day had been quite stressful. A few hours ago, they had said goodbye to their old house for the last time, and they were currently en route to their new home, just outside of the Los Angeles County. Their dad and the moving truck were just a few cars ahead of them. Rosie had insisted on riding with her big sister, and Shira was beginning to regret on agreeing to it. The seven-year-old had decided that now was apparently the perfect time to get on her sister’s nerves.
“Do you think the kids in the neighborhood will like me?” Rosie spoke softly, finally serious as they neared their destination.
Shira let out a small chuckle. “Of course they will. What’s not to like?”
“I just hope I can make friends.”
“You will! You’re a cutie patootie and you’re smart too. I’m sure there will be lots of people at your school that will like you.”
Rosie looked a little more relieved. “Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna hang out with you forever.”
“Hey!” Shira threw her sister an indignant look over her shoulder, and stuck her tongue out. Rosie mimicked her, and the two began to laugh.
“You know, you’re lucky I haven’t left you on the side of the highway yet,” Shira teased. “Lucky for you, we’re just a few minutes away.”
And with that, she finally turned into the Songview Hills neighborhood. Rosie bounced excitedly in her seat as they drew nearer to their new house. The sisters had both seen pictures on the computer, but hadn’t actually been there in person until now.
It wasn’t a very big house, but it was big enough. There was a living room, kitchen, dining room and bathroom on the first floor. The second floor had two bedrooms, an office and a bathroom. The basement had three separate rooms and a bathroom. And there was, of course, a two-car garage. Mr. Hayes had already selflessly claimed the basement, saying it would be good for a bedroom. Shira had tried to tell him she would’ve been perfectly okay with sleeping in it, but he had refused, saying he wanted his daughters to have the most comfort.
(1189 Notefield Drive… Music theme much?)
“Arrived at 1189 Notefield Drive,” Shira’s GPS rang out suddenly. Rosie cheered as the young woman neared the driveway. It was a small house on top of a smaller hill. The moving truck and their dad were already there. He waved at them as Shira parked the car, breathing a small sigh of relief.
Rosie bolted out of the car first, dragging a pink backpack with her. “Frodo!” she exclaimed as a black Cairn terrier joyfully bounded towards her, showering her in kisses.
Mr. Hayes laughed as he hugged his older daughter. “The little guy slept most of the way here, I don’t know where he’s getting his energy from.”
“He’s just probably happy about being in a new place. How does everything look?”
“Pretty good so far. I’ll need you to help me move some boxes in, though.”
“Sure.” Shira started towards the moving truck. A couple of guys were already unpacking stuff and moving towards the front door. Brushing her unruly brown curls away from her face, she paused and looked up at the house. (What the—)
She blinked several times, and peered harder at the second story window. Only a moment ago, a blond man had been standing there, looking her dead in the face. (Umm.)
“Dad,” she called, whirling back around, “is there a guy already in the house?”
“Yeah,” her dad called back, carrying two chairs into the house. “He was moving in some fragile stuff to the kitchen.”
Sure enough, a man came out of the house a second later – but he was definitely NOT the guy she had seen in the window. His hair was red, not blond, and he was wearing a mover’s uniform, not a dark jacket.
(It’s probably nothing. You’re freaking out again, girl. It’s just the stress of change. Yeah… that’s it. You were able to get back in a car after… no. Won’t think about it. You can do this.)
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed a box that contained some books and walked into the house. Rosie ran out just as she entered, yelling that she claimed the bedroom to the right of the staircase. She had made herself and Frodo quite at home, putting his food and water bowls into the kitchen.
Shira set some boxes down in the living room, brushing back the long brown curls that had fallen into her face. Just then, she heard a lapping noise – presumably Frodo drinking from his water bowl.
Turning to the side and peering into the kitchen, Shira received two huge shocks: firstly, Frodo was not drinking from his water bowl but instead sitting near it and cocking his head in utmost confusion, and secondly, a freaking hairless cat was drinking water from the bowl like it owned the place.
“Okay, kitty, I don’t know how you got in here, but you gotta go,” Shira muttered in surprise and irritation, walking over quickly to the kitchen to pick the cat up and take it outside. Looking towards her, it stopped drinking and let out an indignant hiss. Before she could get too close, it ran past her. Frodo barked in excitement and began to chase the cat. (Great.)
“No! Frodo, no!” Shira scolded and began to run after the animals. The grey cat turned and scampered up the stairs, much to her annoyance. Frodo followed it. Two sets of collars jingled as they ran around upstairs. (If he scratches anything, I swear…)
She heard Frodo barking from the room on the left of the staircase – her new room. Hurtling around the doorway, she found the Cairn terrier barking at… nothing. He was facing the wall with the window where she thought she had seen a guy peeking out of earlier. (No. That was a mirage or something.)
The cat had – for lack of a better word – vanished.
“Where did it go, boy?” she whispered to Frodo, kneeling down. “Where’d the kitty cat go, Frodo?”
The dog merely whimpered in frustration, trying to jump up at the window.
(There’s no way the hairless thing could’ve gone out the window.)
Running her hand through her hair, a bewildered Shira decided to thoroughly check all the rooms on the second floor. After a quick search – the rooms were mostly empty, anyhow – she found nothing. Maybe it ran out the open front door.
Sprinting down the stairs, Frodo at her heels, she saw her dad and Rosie bringing in some more boxes. “Um, you guys didn’t see a hairless cat anywhere, did you?”
Rosie gasped. “There are cats without fur? That’s so weird!” she exclaimed, putting down her box full of toys on the floor.
Mr. Hayes glanced at his daughter in confusion. “No. It was probably a neighbor’s cat that snuck in here. Just close the door when we’re not bringing stuff in. Did it leave?” he asked, gingerly setting down a box full of dishes in the kitchen.
(I guess so. In a way.) “Yeah,” said Shira, staring back at the stairs. “Just a neighbor’s weird-looking cat, I guess.”
“Did they shave it, and that’s why it’s hairless?” asked Rosie, stooping down to squeeze Frodo in a hug.
Shira chuckled. “Probably not, sweetie; there are some kinds of cats that are born without fur. It looked like my old friend Jenny’s cat – she had a hairless sphynx because she had allergies.”
Rosie stuck her tongue out in disgust, narrowing her eyes as she envisioned a furless cat. “That’s gross!” she declared, skipping up the stairs.
(Pull it together. It’s going to be fine.)
Mr. Hayes came out of the kitchen, walking into the living room. He paused and turned to Shira. He gazed at her for a moment, concern in his eyes.
Shira stared back at him confusedly. “What?”
“Nothing,” Mr. Hayes muttered. “Well… Sweetie, I just want to make sure you’re gonna be okay with all this moving and the change and all this stuff. You know, I’m really proud of you for driving all the way here with Rosie in the backseat, I know it’s been kind of tough for you since—"
“Yeah, yeah, Dad, I’m fine,” Shira cut him off quickly. She didn’t really want to talk about what he was going to bring up. “I think this new house is gonna be good. It’ll be a nice place for Rosie and me when you have to travel, and it is closer to your job. The neighborhood is nice. I’ll be okay, I promise.”
Mr. Hayes hesitated, and then nodded. He pulled in his twenty-one-year-old daughter for a hug. “I’m very proud of you, no matter what you do.”
She hugged him back tightly. “Thanks, Dad. I love you.”
Much later, Shira sank into her bed that around eleven that night, thoroughly exhausted from moving around boxes and tables and beds. She fell asleep almost instantly, not noticing the five people watching her from the darkest corner of her room.
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Hi! Just wanted to say thanks again for all the positive feedback for what I've posted so far. I'm working on the first chapter - it's a bit of a filler, but it should be up tomorrow. I've written other bits and pieces too, including part of the ending. The key now is just filling in and developing the rest of the story.
I'd like to give a shoutout to my best friend, the girl who gives me amazing and constructive feedback on all the ideas I throw at her, the Robin to my Batman, the lovely irisbell. She helped me come up with the ending for Ghost Around, which is so much better than the original ending I had.
Also: if anyone has any ideas or suggestions for what they'd like to see in the story, please please PLEASE message me and let me know. I'd love to see what you guys want in the story.
Here's a brief summary of the whole thing:
A young woman and her family get more than they bargained for when they move into a house that happens to be haunted by the ghosts of five singers.
So... yeah, that's all I got right now. Don't be afraid to message me with questions/comments! To keep up with the story, I suggest tracking "rivkann writes." Goodnight!
Thank you so much for all the positive feedback on the prologue! I was so happy and thrilled to see you guys all liked it. I’m still working on developing some characters and the first chapter, but it should be up by the end of the week.
Here is a “news article” written about the tragedy of 1189 Notefield Drive. It may pop up later in the story, perhaps with some alterations. (Fun fact: I took the “11” from 2011 - the year PTX won the Sing-Off - and “89” from Mitch’s shirt.)
WARNINGS: Death.
Gas leak causes house explosion, kills five
A natural gas leak caused a house in Songview Hills to explode early this morning, killing five people.
The house belonged to Scott Hoying, 22, and Mitch Grassi, also 22, who are among the dead. According to a few posts seen on Twitter, they were having friends over for the night when the explosion occurred. All five were sleeping at the time of the explosion.
In addition to the owners, the dead include Avriel Kaplan, 25, Kirstin Maldonado, 22, and Kevin Olusola, also 25.
A pet belonging to Mr. Hoying and Mr. Grassi was also killed.
They were singers in the local a cappella community, and had several YouTube videos of their song covers go viral.
The families and friends of the victims each released a statement asking for privacy. No other information was immediately available, and no one could be reached for comment.
Police evacuated part of the neighborhood as a precaution. No other injuries were reported.
As of this afternoon, the gas leak had been safely contained.
