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The Perfect Ghost


Summary: At twelve, Edward Cullen never believed in anything from myths to ghosts and everything in between. Everything changes once he is forced to move to Washington in a small town called Forks. He and his parents move into the Swan house, which claims to be full of injured souls or ghosts. When he meets a little girl named, Isabella, she convinces him to cross over and help them. Edward and Isabella go on a journey to save the defenseless spirits and in the end, Edward will have to make a decision that may just change his life forever.


Preface: I could not believe it, but there she stood. She was tall, beautiful, and proud. A smirk plastered to her face; however, you could still see the fear and bewilderment in her exquisite eyes. When I stepped closer, tears began to pool. “Your mind is made up, Edward.” She bowed and disappeared into the mist.


Chapter One: The New House

Edward gracefully stepped out of his parents’ Honda. The music blaring from his iPod’s earplugs could be heard from a yard away. His parents glanced at him; their faces reflected their mood, guilt sodden. Edward trudged up the porch steps and leaned against the front door. His black converse sneaker kicked the rotting entryway. “Edward, honey, the door is open. Why don’t you go inside and look for your room?” Esme Cullen called out.


“Whatever.” he sighed. Edward dragged his heels inside and froze. The house had a reek of dead freesia and decaying wood.


The instant you walked through the door you had a direct view of the kitchen. After ambling all the way through you arrived in the living room. The living room was completely supplied with their furniture but the fixtures looked to rich in the dull atmosphere. Edward turned to the stairs and squinted. The flights of steps were blocked by a bizarre, glowing mist.


He ignored it, as most twelve year olds would and sauntered forward. The mist clouded around his head and in his ears, Edward sworn to himself he could hear a hiss of anger. The stairs were old and loud. With every step taken a shrill creek would resound in your ears.


The fog finally disappeared when he reached the second story, but Edward could see it slowly drift away into another room. He trailed after it and entered a small bedroom with a single bed sitting in the middle of the area. A rust covered window was filtering incandescent sunrays into the dark room. He glanced to the left and peered into the small closet.


“Is this the room you want?” a soft voice asked from behind him. Edward spun around to look at his baby sister, Alice. He glared at her coldly. “I’m sorry, Eddie!” she cried. His gaze softened and he knelt next to her.


“It’s ok, Alice.” Edward held his pale arms in front of him and little Alice ran into them.


“Let’s look for my room!” she giggled. He hoisted her scrawny body into his arms and carried her down the hall. “Wait! I want that room!” she screamed.


Edward sighed, “Alice, this is the bathroom. You cannot sleep in here. What about this room?” he walked into an octagonal, blue room. Alice frowned.


“If I sleep in here, then I wont be able to get you if the ghosts-”


Edward snorted, “There is no such thing as ghosts!” Alice gasped and clutched the air.


“Try telling that to Charlie!”


“Is Charlie a ghost?” Alice nodded. Edward set her on the floor. “Well, this is your room. I am ten yards away. Go tell mom you found your room, so she can put your stuff in your room.” he demanded. Alice screeched and stamped her shiny, black flats. She grabbed the edges of her pink dress and screamed louder.


“Stop, Renee!”


Edward hissed, “Alice, there isn’t any ghosts. Now go tell mom!” She glowered at him and raced out of the room. He smiled as silence filled his ears and slowly made his way back to the other bedroom. The mist was floating in front of the window now. Edward slammed the door closed and inspected the rest of the span. His feet slid on the old wood and insignificant splinters stuck into his souls.


Suddenly a plank cracked and his leg plunged into the gap. Edward kept his mouth clamped shut so his mother would not be alarmed. After awhile of dangling he pulled his leg from the hole and glimpsed in the hole. There, in a cloud a white mist was a pile of dusty diaries dated all the way back to 1699.


I hope people enjoyed the first chapter of my first fan fiction! Plz tell me what you think and COMMENT!

Luv, Lexi

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Chapter Two: The Secret Room
Edward gasped. The instinct to run was strong and it took all of his strength not to sprint downstairs and tell his mother about his finding. The mist floated forward and disappeared into the darkness. Edward struck the weak boards and smiled with triumph as they crumbled under his powerful blow. He jumped down the hole and landed with a deafening thud below.

“What was that?” his mother screamed. His heart stopped and he struggled to get through the hole again. If his mom caught him, she would lock- “Edward Anthony Cullen, what in the blazes are you doing? Carlisle!”

Panic shot through his veins and he sensed a presence lingering behind him. “Mom,” he whispered. Esme’s fierce blue eyes locked with his and she reached down to caress his cheek. “Someone’s behind me.” The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge as a gust of cold air engulfed him.

Suddenly, his father busted through the door and gasped. “Edward, how do you manage to get yourself stuck under the floor? Put your hands up!” he demanded. Carlisle grabbed his son’s hands and tugged him upward. Edward’s chin jerked toward him and scrapped the wood. His mother whimpered and stroked his face.

“My poor baby.” Edward groaned. Blood slid down his chin, soaking his tee. Finally, his father yanked him up.

“Mom, I’m not a baby,” he mumbled. “I’m twelve.” Alice skipped into the room then froze. A lock of her silky black hair tumbled in front of her ice azure eyes.

She squeaked, “Ghosts!” Alice ran into Carlisle’s arms and began to cry. The mist edged forward. Edward and Alice seemed like the only ones able to see it, but Alice could see the details like eyes, face, and blood. The ghosts appeared actually, what they looked like when they died. The younger you were the more you saw.

Esme said, “Well, if you’re staying in any room this is the room you’re not allowed to sleep in. Pick another!” She wiped a stream of blood off his face.

“Mom, you have to let me sleep here!”

She snarled, “I have the key in my hand and if I have to lock the door because you refuse to obey me, I will!”

Edward leaped to his feet. “I’m sleeping here!”

“No, you’re not. Get out of this room right now and don’t even think about coming back in here!” They all filed out of the bedroom and Esme locked the door.

“I hate you!” Edward screamed. He rushed down the hall and smashed another bedroom door.

It was large room. It was full of artificial light and windows were everywhere. The closet was a small, rectangular space with a large clump of dust sitting in corner. Edward edged closer and caught a slight glimpse of gold. He dropped to his bruised knees and wiped away the dust, coughing when it wafted under his nose.

Buried under the layers of dust and dirt a small gold key-labeled Isabella’s Room laid. Edward frowned and scrambled to his feet. He strode to Alice’s room and ripped the Barbie from her hands. Her bottom lip jutted out and tears pooled in her eyes.

“I need to ask you a question. If you answer me the doll doesn’t get hurt.” She nodded, nervously. “Who is Isabella?” Alice grinned.

“Isabella Swan?”

His forehead creased. “Um, yeah, sure.”

“She is Renee and Charlie’s daughter. Isabella lived in this house in 1912. Soon, she caught the Spanish Influenza and died. Her parents died later from depression. She is one of the ghosts. Bella is very fond of you and thinks you have strength. Why?”

Edward shoved the toy back into her small hands. “It’s a secret.”

“Secrets secrets they’re no fun share your secrets with everyone!” she cheered.

He hissed, “Shut up! Which one is her room?”

“The one mommy won’t let you sleep in. Bella said that she is impressed you found her secret room. “Edward rushed out of his sister’s room and began to plot his brilliant arrangement for tonight.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter . . . I am sorry if you found it boring but you know, it is just getting started. PLZ COMMENT and do not be afraid to speak your mind. I take criticism to heart!
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