A/N I apologize in advance to any Australian readers if I mess up anything about Australia. I'm basing this off of stories and Google searches. I'm super sorry if this book insults you in any way

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Estelle's POV

I sigh, dramatically. Why on Earth did Mom have to accept the stupid job down in Australia of all places. According to everything I've looked up, it's packed to the brim with its own special blend of blood, sweat, and tears... and some animals that could be considered monsters. I mean really, have you seen some of those things? They're huge!! Sorry, I got distracted, happens all the time. Get used to it. We pulled up in front of the house. I brought my nose out of the book that it had been buried in since we started driving, Cipher. Ugh, it's such a good book. I was literally unable to put it down after I got it. Sorry, distracted again.

Anyways, this house was so creepy. Dead vines snaking up the walls, peeling paint, thunder booming and lightning flashing ominously above the house... HAHA I'm joking, but you know what I mean.

"It might look bad now, but this summer, we'll get it fixed up and looking good again!" My mother chirped. She is so cheerful, it's a crime sometimes.

"Ugh, I don't wanna..." I whined.

"Well, if you don't hurry up, Jacob will get the largest room~" That was it. I was going to throttle the punk. The largest room was mine. Not his. I jumped out of the car and sprinted towards the house. I nearly tore the door off of it's hinges in my attempt to beat my brother. I ran up the stairs, and whipped around corners, looking for the largest room. I heard my brother doing the same farther down. I heard him cry out in triumph. Oh no he didn't. I run toward where his voice came from. I stumble into the doorway, panting. I see Jacob dancing around the room, yelling, "It's mi~ne, It's mi~ne!"

"Gods dam it. This was supposed to be my room," I grumble.

"Well, haha. It's mine and there ain't nothing you can do about it," he gloats in response, "But, I think Mom or Dad said the attic is usable as a bedroom..."

I race down the hall towards the attic stairs, calling over my shoulder, "See ya, Jackie!!" He hates it when I call him that. I skid to a halt at the ladder to the attic. *shudder* I hate ladders. They have no support under you when you climb them. I slowly place my hands on the rungs leading up towards the attic. As I climb, the only thing I'm thinking is don't look down, don't look down, don't look down. I made it to the top in one piece, thank StarClan. I looked around the attic and saw to my surprise, it was not the musty mess I was expecting it to be. Instead, there was a huge window, that I would definitely have to block somehow (I don't like floor length windows, what if someone's staring at you???) an open floor, and a strange mirror in the corner. Mine, all mine. I pull out my phone and text my mom:

Me: I call the attic

Mom: *sigh* of course you do. But that means you'll have to carry all of your stuff up there yourself...

Me: Whaaaaaaaat? Eh, I don't care. I might not come down.

Mom: Fine. Alright. Just remember that when you hate me for making you carry all of your stuff up there, it's your fault.

I put my phone away but not before checking to see if any of my old friends contacted me. I sigh, of course not. I decide to investigate the room and see where I want to put my bed, bookshelves, desk, drawing cabinet, and wardrobe.

The mirror in the corner is eerie. Whenever I walk by, I get these chills and the constant ringing in my ears is enhanced slightly. It almost sounds like voices. I avoid the mirror like the plague. I decided that I was going to put my bookshelves along the window for my minor paranoia. All of my stuff was still downstairs, so I walked over to the ladder and hesitantly put my foot on the first rung. It didn't break so I perked up... until my foot missed the next step and I slid all the way down the ladder. Ouch, that hurt...I was laying on my back with my head leaning up against the ladder and my feet over my head, stuck in the third gap. F*BEEP* I maneuvered myself out of the minor predicament and head downstairs, leaving the odd chill running up my spine behind.

I make my way downstairs more carefully this time only to stop dead in my tracks. Why is HE in my house. I don't remember bringing him, or contacting him in anyway. How did he find where we were moving???
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A/N
Who is this mysterious He? How does our darling Estelle know him?? Am I being insulting in anyway to Australian readers with the beginning where she is talking about how awful Australia is to her??? That last one was not a rhetorical question. I really am trying to be as accurate as I can, but I might get things wrong. Please do not send any of your predators after me...

No insults were intended in the making of this book.

See ya later my stars!!!!!!!!
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