Warning: This chapter is EXTREMELY BORING!

This chapter, and probably the next one, is simply for character development. I promise the suspense/horror/Baghuul stuff will happen soon.

She contemplated as she decided over which box to pick up next: the last box for dad's office that was extreme heavy, or the next box for the kitchen that she was certain would come undone as she picked it up.

As she decided she could feel someone's presence at the edge of the moving truck.

"Ma'am?" she heard.

The young girl turned and smiled from the depths that was the rather deep U-Haul moving van.

"Yes?" she replied, walking towards the edge of the van.

The man smiled "I'm looking for Harold Hannity?" he said.

The girl nodded "Yes." She said, climbing down the moving van "You're the electrician?" she asked.

The man nodded again "Yes."

The girl nodded "Okay, he's inside." She said, instructing the electrician to follow as they both walked into the depths of the new house.

She could hear her father from a mile away "Please me careful with that, there's only three in existence!" Harold Hannity said to the moving crew.

"Dad?" she said into the large, open living room.

Harold turned to his daughter "Yeah, Elise?"

"The electrician is here." She proclaimed, showing the electrician towards her father before walking out of the living and the house once again.

She put the box on her fathers' desk, she was glad it was the final box to his office since his office was far off from the front door.

Elise took a deep breathe as she let her heart rate go back to normal as well as her breathing; she reminded herself to get back into shape the second she could.

She heard her father call her from the living room once again; she smirked as she made her way to the living room to find her father trying to move another bookshelf.

"Do you need help?" Elise asked, trying to hide a chuckle as her father struggled with the large bookcase.

"If you don't mind." Harold said, trying to push the bookshelf forward.

Elise moved the bookcase from the other side, letting it walk before her back came into contact with a wall and she stopped.

She moved away as her father pushed the bookshelf against the wall, a smile on his face as he succeeded in his first task of moving.

Elise watched her father, dancing to himself when the echo of her hungry stomach filled the living room.

Harold stopped and turned to his daughter, looking at his watch, then looking back up at his daughter "Order a pizza, anything you want!" he said.

"Really?" she asked with a smile.

"Anything except Onions!" he said, walking out of the living room.

"Aw, c'mon!" Elise protested.

Harold laughed "No way!"

Elise took in another deep breathe before leaving the living room and walking into the hallway where a box rested up against the wall.

The box read 'Ellen's Things', Elise picked at her nails, looking around to see if her father was nearby, but he wasn't; so she picked up the box and walked towards the cord that was dangling from the ceiling.

She opened the door to the attic and climbed up the steps to find a bare space except for one green box in the middle.

"Are you shitting me?" Elise asked to the air as she pushed the box in her hands onto the attic floor and climbed up to examine the other box.

Elise looked down at the box that read 'Home Movies' on the side of it; she opened it to find a projector and several 8 millimeter films.

She huffed, putting the top back on the box and kicked it towards the attic door where she then carried it down and outside of the house and into the trash.

Elise never gave it a second thought as she walked back into the house and locked the door behind her; she noticed how dark the house was becoming as she began to turn on every light she passed on her way to retrieve her cell phone.

Harold passed by Elise in the hall as she retrieved her cell phone from the kitchen, watching her search for pizza parlors around the area before he cleared his throat.

Elise looked up at her father and smiled, waiting for him to say something as he crossed his arms.

"So, how is everything going on your end?" he asked.

Elise smirked as she looked back down on her phone "Everything is good. Looking for a pizza place that isn't thirty minutes away." She said before looking up at her father.

Harold nodded "Okay, well let me know when you order." He said, walking away.

Elise remained still for a moment; she could still feel the struggle between her and her father, the past few months had been a struggle for the both of them; but that's why they moved in the first place.

She finally found a pizza place that delivered to their location as she dialed the number and called, ordering a large pizza for both her and her father before hanging up her phone and putting it in her back pocket.

"Elise! Pizza!" Harold yelled, placing two paper plates on the table.

Elise soon followed, smiling as the box of pizza greeted her "Pizza, Pizza." She remarked, sitting down next to her father and taking three slices for herself.

Harold smirked "Hungry? Or did you just fall in love with pizza?" he asked, grabbing on slice for himself.

Elise smiled "Just hungry." She said before taking a big bite out of her first slice of pizza.

Harold nodded "Okay." He said, taking a bite as well.

"So, how's your room going?" he asked.

Elise looked at her father "It's going. It's a very slow process." She said.

Harold reached out for his daughters hand, Elise took his hand in return as they looked around their new kitchen for a moment.

"Are we gonna be okay?" Elise asked.

Harold nodded "Yes." He said, kissing her hand "We're going to be just fine." He assured her.

Elise was getting ready for bed, brushing her teeth and staring herself down in the mirror; she spit out her toothpaste and washed out her mouth before giving herself a good long stare.

She scratched her head as she adjusted her hair, coming across her scar that was hidden beneath her hair.

Elise exposed her scalp, seeing the scar across her forehead as she reached up to touch it, only to take her hand back and ball it into a fist; she closed her eyes in sorrow as she let the scar hide once again within her hair.

Harold stopped by her bathroom, smiling at her "Goodnight, Elise." He said.

"Goodnight, dad." Elise said softly, adjusting her throat before turning off her light and walking down the hall to her bedroom before closing the door.

Elise laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as she thought to herself; this was the beginning of something, new or bad she wasn't sure, but something.