In the Light of the Night 1

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Chapter 1:

"You are going so going to pay for that," laughed my boyfriend Mark. I had just thrown a water balloon at him and he was now chasing me with the hose.

"Stop that," I squealed as cold, clear water splashed onto my skin. We continued to soak each other in his back yard. A car honked its horn in the front. When I glanced at my phone I realized it was time to go. Wow, I thought, it only felt like Mark and I were together a few minutes, not a few hours.

I looked at Mark with tears in my eyes and he did the same. I was spending my last few hours in Florida with him because today I was getting on a plane and flying to the middle of nowhere Michigan and not coming back. I was moving to the cold piece of land above the mitten, that was what my Dad had said.

"I love you Ally, I will miss you so much," Mark told me, holding me in a warm hug.

"I love you, too," I whispered and kissed him passionately. I tore away, as the horn honked again, to dry off and put my clothes on over my bathing suit. Tears rolled down my face. I was leaving and Mark and I were breaking up. We weren’t stupid enough to think long distance would work; it never did with anyone so we decided to break up now.

"Good bye, Mark," I said past the lump in my throat and slowly walked to the front, climbed in the car, and waited for a very long, very depressing plane ride.

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My name is Ally Jessica Martin daughter of Jeff Colin Martin and Martha Jay Martin. When my parents got married they used my mom’s last name because my dad hates his family and he didn’t want to have the same name as them anymore. I used to have 9 year old identical twin brothers, Randy Preston Martin and Kyle Peter Martin. I was 3 years older than them and 12 when they died in a bus accident on the way to school. 5 years later and my family has still never really recovered from it.

I am what you could call the ‘goth girl’ at school. I’m pretty (not trying to be self centered or anything) but I don’t have many friends. Wearing a lot of black things and baggy pants isn’t very cool in Florida (popularity and temperature wise) so I’m friends with a small group of people who are like me, ‘goth’. Add my dyed blood red hair to the mix and I scare most of the people I run into. Apparently I’m not a people person.

So here we are on our way to Michigan for my dad’s new job. I don’t know what he does, something to do with the F.B.I. I think. He’s never gone into details.

Of coarse our luggage was lost, how typical. Dad rented us a car and we were on our way to our new home. Sadly I saw no houses within 10 miles of our house. That I am definitely not used to even though I did live in MI till I was 6.

"Here we are honey," said my dad in a very excited voice. `Here’ was an old white house and much to my amazement huge. It kinda looked like those haunted houses in the movies. It had shutters on all the windows and a small barn to the left behind it. It was old and creepy looking but creepy was my style so for the first time I felt semi-happy about the move. A brown forest surrounded the old buildings, leaves of all shapes, sizes, and colors lay on the ground.

I shivered when I stepped out of the car; this was most definitely not a Florida fall. "It’s real pretty ain’t it," a strange voice rang from behind me and I just about jump 10 ft in the air.

"Hello, you must be John Stephens," the man nodded in approval his dirty, gray beard bouncing up and down, "This is my daughter Ally and my wife Martha and I am Jeff," my dad greeted in his business voice.

"Girls this is our new neighbor, he lives about 20 miles that way." Dad pointed to the opposite from where we had come.

Mom, nodded and was polite but I walked toward the woods, looking into it’d dead depths. "Oh Miss," once again Mr. Stephen scared me by talking out of the blue "Stay out of the woods, they aren’t safe, especially at night."

This crazy old man was telling me to stay out of the woods and my parents agreed instantly, they were worried I would get lost but one look on Mr. Stephen’s face told me that he wasn’t worried about lost direction but about something else. From the set of his face I could tell he wasn’t going to say anything more, like he might say too much if he did. He was keeping a secret and I knew that instantly I was going to find out what that secret was.

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I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. It was only 8 but there was nothing else to do, no computer or T.V. for a few more days and no luggage to put away. Come to think of it, there wouldn’t have been anything to put it in since my dresser hadn’t arrived yet.

Soon I was on the verge of sleep, plane trips always wore me out and we had many visitors. We might be in the middle of nowhere but people were friendly and they drove miles to welcome us. A few old Michigan friends of ours stopped by, too.

The day was pretty fun but there was no one my age. The closest was a 13 year old girl. She was nice and now I guess we are friends. At least I have one friend. All day though, the people who lived nearby told us to stay out of the woods and surprise, surprise they also said especially at night. My dad seemed very interested by their warnings but they wouldn’t say anything else about it, which upset him. It was very weird for him to act that way, he’s a very well tempered man and even what he is mad he uses his business face to cover it up. Today that wasn’t the case.

A knocking at the door downstairs pulled my mind away from Dad. I slowly rolled out of bed and walked down the wooden stairs while Mom welcomed the new arrivals, "Hello, I’m Martha Martin."

"Welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Chaz and this is my younger brother Drake," I could tell that Chaz was in his 20’s because of his voice. I was on the final step when I finally saw them and I froze. Oh. My. Gawd.