Ghost Boy

Amity Park is known as the ghost capital of the world. More hauntings have occured in this srtange town than can be recorded; they happen so frequently that, to the residents living there, it almost seems natural. No one knows what it is that attracts these supernatural beings, but whatever it is it seems to grow stronger as the years role by. tourists come from miles around to witness the ghostly activity and every sceptic leaves a believer. Now, for the first time in years, Amity Park is about to gain some brand new residents.

Samantha Manson, or Sam as she prefers, finds herself shoved in the back seat of her family's car, suffocating and sweating from having to share the confined space with a mountain of boxes. Her parents, Pamela and Jeremy Manson, sat up-front, bright and cheary as always; the radio blasting out some ridiculous pop song that made her want to rip her ears off.

"Urg, would you turn this rubbish off!" Sam managed to mumble from beneath her box prison. Pam looked behind at her daughter and gave her a sickeningly sweer smile.

"Oh don't be such a sour puss Sammy-kins." Her mother's sing song voice radiated from the front. Sam inwardly groaned at the choice of name then attempted to reach for her head phones, which hung lazily around her neck.

After five minutes of failure she gave a defeated sigh and turned to the window. In the distance she could vaguely make out the shape of a small town that seemed almost intangible against the bleak, grey sky.

As the Manson's entered the town they passed a billboard that read 'Amity Park', then in smaller print, 'A nice place to live'. Sam cringed at the cheesiness of it. As they continued to drive they passed by Casper High, a large red coloured building, and then a fast food restaurant ironically named Nasty Burger. This place seemed to be the primary hang out of the Casper High students.

After twenty or so minutes of driving they finally pulled up outside a tall, reddish kind og building. Sam fought her way out of the car, shoving aside every box that came in her path, and then took a good look at the house. It had cracked windows and the paint seemed to be peeling off everything. She also noticed what looked like large hinges as if somthing was once hanging there. A sign maybe? All in all, it looked gloomy and depressing.

Pam came up behind her daughter and placed a reasuring handon her shoulder.

"Well, it isn't much, but with a bit of hard work and TLC we can turn this dreary old place into the homiest of homes." She said, looking Sam in the eye, waiting for her approval. It never came. Instead Sam shrugged her mother's hand off her shoulder and dragged herself to the door.

Once the door was open, she stepped inside and if she thought the outside was bad, it was nothing compared to the inside. Furniture lay carelessly around the room, as if someone had thrown them in a fit of rage. The wallpaper was peeling of the walls and the carpet on the stairs was pulled up at some corners. It was a total and utter mess.

Sam gave a deadpan sigh, 'Welcome home Manson.'