A/N: I'm trying something new... Here goes.

Ch.1

"GET YOUR CHORES DONE!"

My mom screamed from the opposite side of the house. I moaned, and rose out of my swiveling desk chair.

The chains on my pants jingled as I took the trash out to the street. As I recovered the aluminum standard trash cans, an odd melody called to me. My multi-pierced ears perked as the tune crescendoed and decrescendoed. It seemed to emit from a preserve of woods the city still hadn't destroyed. I walked towards it. Passing dead birch trees, still white from their former life. Leaves crunched under my high-tops. The tune tinkled louder, and seemed to reach a point of climax as I drew closer to the sound. A black streaked across my path, hissing on it's passing. I hissed back at it in spite. Suddenly. The music stopped. That tune that almost called from my childhood..just..ended. Then, the ground fell from beneath my shoes. Blood curdling screams emitted from my throat rang towards every corner of the woods. A group of ravens fled the tree tops in fear, cawing in fury at whatever had disturbed them.

The dead soil I had fallen on, crunched and groaned as I pushed myself up. My head ached as the blood rushed. I clutched my forehead and moaned. Still clutching my head I surveyed where I had fallen. It seemed like a dilapidated cemetery. A wrought iron gate at the top of the hill I had landed on seemed about ready to come unhinged. The moonlight bounded among the tombstones and various weeds. I brushed the last clinging bits of soil off my black attire and began to walk up to the entrance of the cemetery. Then, a shadow, kind of bleeped in front of me, then disappeared. I narrowed my eyes but continued towards the gate. I reached the gate, taking a deep breath, I reached for the clasp on the gate. But it swung forward before I undid the locking bolt. A creaking of age and neglect came from the hinges. I walked forward, chancing a backward glance. Old tombstones and a large hill with a spiral at the top seemed to stare back at me, encouraging me to move on. I released a deep breath and continued on to a gate even larger than the gate at the cemetery. I held to bars and pressed my face between them bars. Surveying the scape beyond the bars.

'I hope someone has a phone I can use... or something..anything modern.'

"This place looks like a ghost town.."

I though aloud. Then, a bony hand clenched my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"You don't know the half of it."

A/N: I know it's short..It's intentional. If you like it enough, I'll make them longer. Give me some reviews and suggestions. Oh, and we'll discover more about my main character later ;) just to keep you guessing... muahaha!

-F. Sprite