Chapter One
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The last bleak beams of light danced outside of the windows of the houses on Elkview Drive as the sunset expired over the hills. Steven Franzen reflected the past week lying in his bed while the shadows of his blinds crawled across his covers. He had just found out he was moving to another state.
Like most families in this quiet neighborhood, the Franzen family had been living in Connecticut for more than five generations in a large, white gable front home. It was well maintained, particularly the front porch. Steven's mother, Mary, played close attention to this porch as if it was a third child. The wooden columns were repainted every second fall after a long warm summer where the sun had taken its toll.
On the porch sat an antique, wooden rocking chair at least twice Steven's age. Here in this chair Steven's mother would rock back and fourth for hours each evening. She was getting on in age and sometimes she felt more like his grandmother than his mother.
Mary Franzen was the single mother of two beautiful children. Her husband, Walter, had died in the war in 2006 at the age of fifty. Since then she progressively spent more and more time out on that old chair in what Steven liked to call "lost in thought mode."
Steven was a home schooled student, taught privately by a tutor. Despite the tutor and his mother's efforts, Steven fell behind in school. The mere monotony of staying home and working day after day on seemingly pointless tasks ate Steven up inside, and as a result he was more than a year behind people of his own age.
A combination of being sheltered his entire life and home school resulted in very little social life. So little social life, in fact, he would often attempt at remembering the last time he interacted with friends his own age.
"Perhaps it was last Friday," Steven would think to himself, "no, I got Milk that day at the market. It must have been the week before." But Steven never really knew when it was. As far as he was concerned, he had no friends at all.
Mary's other child, Robin, was 21 going on 30. Each day she saw her daughter she wondered where the years went. Robin was the direct opposite of her younger brother, Steven. She had just finished her first year at Trinity College in Hartford only a forty minute bus trip from Elkview. Her grades were superb and her athleticism as a tennis played paid for her four year degree outright. She had it made.
Her success was not limited to merely academia. She was also financially fortunate. Despite not having to pay for school, she worked full time in the summer months as a waitress at a small diner across town. Even though her wage was decent, Robin made most of her money from tips - as did all the young women at "Roses Diner." The rumor around town was that Mr. Hardy would only hire girls that fit the three B's - Busty, Brunette and Beautiful. In high school, girls often tested this by applying for jobs.
Robin's friend Anne, a blonde, was told by Mr. Hardy that there were no jobs available at Roses Diner for at least six months. This, just one day before Robin got the job as a waitress.
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Steven laid with his hands sprawled to either side of his bed, considering the past week. So much had happened, but surely it would be dwarfed by what would happen in the coming months, Steven thought. Moving to another state was frightening for someone who had only left town twice in his entire life. The first time was rather forgettable, but the second was unimaginable...
It was a warm spring evening, the sun was low and the sky was clear except for a few cotton white clouds. Robin and Steven were at a lake which boarded their town of Elkview, and the neighboring town of Mulberry. Robin had taken her brother here in the past, but this was the first time they had gone alone and without permission. It was 2005 and their father had left for the army earlier that week. Despite his absence, the whole family felt very well - something that they hadn't felt in a long time.
"It's okay. C'mon," Robin had said to her brother reassuringly.
It didn't take much reassuring at all because deep down Steven wanted to go to the lake. Even back then he wanted to break free from the monotony of being home schooled. However, he could never predict how insane it would drive him five years from that day on the lake.
The two Children stood at the edge of the lake where the water met the dirt. They gazed across the still, cool water at the small village ants in Mulberry. Small glimpses of light shawn into their eyes as the sun reflected off cars like tiny mirrors.
Although Mulberry was only two miles away, it felt like an unachievable distance to travel. To Steven it felt like he was looking at a painting with tiny pin sized holes in it where someone on the other side would shine a brilliant light through in no particular order. He felt like he had been watching this painting his entire life but still could not figure out how it was created. He was stuck as an observer.
His moment of distraction came when Robin stepped forward into the shallow lake water. He watched in horror as she moved towards the artificial town line. Step by step she was engulfed by the water until only a bouncing head was visible. The bouncing head bopped around to face him with a smile.
Robin continued to move further and further away until she was a spec in the horizon. Not to be out done, Steven entered the lake but not so elegantly. The water splashed behind him as he sprinted towards his sister who continued to get closer and closer to Mulberry.
They ended up staying out in the middle of that lake until the sun had set almost completely. They were certain their mother must be going absolutely mad with worry and anger, but it just didn't matter. It was their way of escaping Elkview.
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Reflecting backing to that story on the lake made Steven tingle every time he thought of it. It was the first time he ever had done anything so rebellious. But it made him tingle for another reason as well. Something he tried to forget many times, but couldn't.
As the Robin headed towards the shore of the lake the water fell lower on her body each step. At 18, she was fully developed and this was the first time Steven had noticed it. It was normal for all brothers to notice their female sisters, younger or older, developing. It was something he couldn't avoid.
The water hanged onto her black shirt with all its might, but slowly dripped off her body. The soaking shirt stuck strongly to her athletic frame exaggerating her bust. Even from a distance, in the dim light he could see them well - they were perky and rigid. The weight of the shirt had no effect on their position.
A few more steps and the water was down to her knees. Her white, summer shorts were soaked straight through allowing Steven to see a darker shade beneath them. Her round bum seemed as firm as her breasts, but much more distinct in the tight shorts. Despite being thin, she had hips and curves. With the help of a natural arch in her back, her shape was as womanly as an 18 year old could be.
Chapter Two
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The following is a list written by Steven Franzen of paranormal activities in order of occurrence. The list was started when the fourth incident happened at the Franzen house on January 23rd, 2010 - about three weeks ago. Steven would recall the previous three incidents, and add them to list.
