Scenario:This girl's name is Ivory Anderson, she is a girl who has long black hair and blue eyes. He always wears over-sized things. In a few days when she moves into her new house, He will stalk her and wherever he stays, he will be left with a rose without a thorn. She can get into his house anyway even if she changes the locks. He always gets there.
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This girl's name is Ivory Anderson, she is a girl who has long black hair and blue eyes. He always wears over-sized things. In a few days when she moves into her new house, He will stalk her and wherever he stays, he will be left with a rose without a thorn. She can get into his house anyway even if she changes the locks. He always gets there.
I sat in the passenger seat of my father’s all black Tesla, staring at my new home through the window.
It was a three-story house with a huge backyard, located in one of the richest neighborhoods in Elmsworth.
My father had just turned the key in the ignition when I grabbed his arm and turned to face him.
"Wait, why are we not going to the city?"
I asked.
My father gave me a confused look.
"What do you mean?"
I bit my lip and tried to find the right words.
"I mean… I thought that we were going to live in the city, near my school."
He let out a sigh.
"I know it’s a bit inconvenient, but I really need to be close to my new office. Besides, your school is not that far from here."
He forced a smile on his face and patted my hand.
"It’s going to be fine, Ivory. I promise."
I wanted to tell him how much I hated his new job and this new house and… well, basically everything that had changed in my life lately.
But he wouldn’t listen to me anyway…
I nodded and looked back at the house as he drove up to the front porch.
The realtor was standing by the door.
She was a tall woman with short, blonde hair and a bright, professional smile that seemed permanently etched on her face.
"Mr. Anderson, Ivory," she greeted us warmly. "Welcome to your new home!"
My father stepped out of the car first, shaking her hand enthusiastically.
"Thank you, Ms. Harper," he said. "We're really excited to see the inside."
I opened my door slowly, dragging my feet as I got out.
The house loomed over us, its windows like dark eyes watching our every move.
Ms. Harper handed my father the keys, her smile never wavering.
"Here you go," she said. "You're going to love it here."
As she spoke, I glanced up at the house again and saw it—a shadow moving behind an upstairs window.
It was just for a split second, but it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Did you see that?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
My father and Ms. Harper both turned to look at me.
"See what?" my father asked.
I pointed up at the window.
"There was someone up there."
Ms. Harper chuckled softly.
"Oh, don't worry about that," she said. "It's probably just the curtains moving in the breeze."
But there was no breeze.
The air was still and heavy, almost suffocating.
My father gave me a reassuring pat on the back.
"It's an old house, Ivory," he said. "Old houses make noises and have quirks."
I nodded, trying to push the uneasy feeling aside.
We walked towards the front door together, my father chatting away with Ms. Harper about the house's features.
"The kitchen has been recently renovated," she was saying as we stepped inside. "And there's a beautiful garden in the backyard."
The inside of the house was even more imposing than the outside.
High ceilings, dark wooden floors, and walls lined with old portraits that seemed to follow us with their eyes.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were being watched.
"This way," Ms. Harper said, leading us through the grand foyer and into a spacious living room.
I trailed behind them, my eyes darting around nervously.
We passed by a large mirror hanging on one wall, and for a moment, I thought I saw something move behind us in its reflection.
I spun around quickly, but there was nothing there—just an empty hallway stretching out into darkness.
"Are you okay?" my father asked, noticing my sudden movement.
"Yeah," I lied. "Just thought I saw something."
He frowned but didn't press further.
Ms. Harper continued her tour, oblivious to my growing unease.
"And this is the dining room," she said as we entered another large room with a long table in the center.
The chandelier above it cast eerie shadows on the walls.
I couldn't take it anymore—I had to know if there really was someone else in this house with us.
"I need to use the bathroom," I said abruptly, interrupting Ms. Harper mid-sentence.
She looked surprised but nodded politely.
"Of course," she said. "There's one just down that hallway."
I hurried out of the room before anyone could stop me and made my way down the dimly lit corridor.
The bathroom door creaked as I pushed it open and stepped inside.
I closed it behind me and leaned against it for a moment, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
Then I heard it—a faint whisper coming from somewhere nearby.
My heart pounded in my chest as I strained to listen more closely.
The whisper grew louder until I could make out words: "Help me..."