Hello, everyone! This is just little old me writing. Pay no attention. Actually, do. JK. I wondered what if Jacob had a sister? Originally, she was supposed to be younger. But then it conflicted with a bit of the plot... ;) By the way, she can see the monsters sometimes; but, she has another ability... Hope you enjoy!
EDIT: so ignore that. I hope you enjoy this, I rewrote the entire thing at 4 am on a complete whim.

She looked out her wondow, softly repeating the information she'd need for the day in her mind. Today was the day she and her brother, Jacob were traveling to Carinholm. As she sat up, stretching, she shuddered back from the slight cold. Today was the day that she would find out more about her grandfather's curious death. 

Personally, she didn't always like death unless it was the go-boom type thing that most adults despise.

Her dream slowly started to regain itself slowly inside her mind, about guess what? It was the death. Wasn't she a ball of sunshine today?

All she remembered were tongues. Black, long serpents in the dark. What was it, Grandpa? She thought to herself. Then again, you couldn't ever think to someone else, right? No, you could not. Her poor twin, Jacob, had said he saw a monster. Not just a monster, the monster. The one from her grandfather's stories. The one that she had long since learned to fear. It'd been so bad, they'd been going to this stupid therapist psychologist guy figure person. She groaned audibly, knowing she 'couldn't stay here' forever and whatever else anyone would tell her. Honestly, she wished people would see through her whole 'yes hello I am a bookworm don't mind me' thing and see the 'awesome heroine but the hero one not the drug one drugs are bad kiddos don't do them' she really was. Hmm. Maybe she'd have to make that shorter, she decided as she turned the knob to her brother's room.

"Jacoob~" she sang annoyingly. "Time to get uuuup!"

No answer.

She picked up a pillow and smacked him with it. "Wake up, Jake."

"Not now, Jane..." her twin answered into the pillows.

"C'mon. We're off to see Carinholm, the home of five more pigeons more than here." She rolled her eyes as Jacob answered with a probable 'five more minutes'

"Jake. We're off to see the real reason behind-" and Jacob was off, leaping up and getting ready.

"We're off to see the Wizard! The wonderful Wizard of Oz!" She sang.

"Shut up."

"Never."