Twenty-One

Natalie's eyes flew open as she surveyed her surrounding. She had to pretend to be drunk so Dante wouldn't pay much attention to her.

Grabbing her jacket from the wall hanger, she grabbed her shoes and her favorite weapon—a frying pan—she had sneaked into her room earlier on from the kitchen.

Tip-toeing out of her room, boots in hands she got to the sitting room. Everywhere was pitch dark and there wasn't a single sound heard from the house.

Cautiously, she walked towards the garden using the brightly light sky filled with stars as her guidance till she heard a voice behind her.

"Leo, Is not gonna be happy about this."

For a split second, Natalie, the girl who has survived being murdered years ago froze. At that moment, she believed in a haunted house but that was only for an instant.

The next second, she whirled around and glared at the intruder.

"Why are you follo