-12 years later-

I sat in the car looking out the window as we drove to our new home. My father just got a new job in the state of Wisconsin. We used to live in Miami. I had so many friends there, I wonder how many I'll get here. It was the middle of summer and I doubt I'd find anyone around where we moved. "Lizzie, your gonna love this new house" my mother says from the passenger seat. "Doubt it" I mutter under my breath. This home was out in the middle of no where. We pulled into the driveway and a woman, who I'm guessing is the real estate agent walks towards us. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Brown" the woman says. When she spots me sitting in the car I see her tense a little. "Your daughter looks like-" The woman started but stopped herself. "Anyways let me show you around and then you can sign some papers and the house is yours" the woman says. They go inside and I silently get out. I want to explore on my own but for now I'll follow them. I go up the steps and when I go to open the door I could've sworn a girl was standing by the woods surrounding this house. I shook it off and went inside assuming it was a figment of my imagination. I glanced in an old mirror and look at my reflection. The mirror was lovely. I then saw a ghastly image of a girl almost identical to me behind my shoulder. I turned around but she was gone. Maybe I'm just tired from the trip. Just maybe...