The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door

My name is Daniel; Daniel Scott. I'm 20 years old and I live in England by myself in a small town outside of London. I doubt people even know it exists. I live on 13th Street and just about everyone who lives here is either crazy or superstitious, so you can imagine how much of a living Hell it is during Halloween, but this Halloween was a bit different. This Halloween, I met Dr. Pivens.

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Chapter 1

The Mysterious Woman

tap. tap. tap. tap. The repetitive sound of wood hitting wood echoed through the empty room. Biting my bottom lip and staring blankly at the computer screen, I continued to absentmindedly tap my pencil on the desk. I swiveled the chair from side to side as I continued to stare at the computer, my rectangular glasses slowly inching down my nose. Quickly, I pushed my glasses back up and stuck the pencil in my mouth, leaning forward in my seat. My fingers began to quickly glide across the keys as I typed the simple email that ended up being much more complicated than I had expected and hesitantly clicked the send button. The colour drained from my face as the error message came up and I swiftly hit the cancel button, closing the window and shutting down the computer. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes underneath my glasses with my fingers and then stood up. After pushing the chair in, I walked out of my cubicle and out of the work building. I pushed up my glasses once more as I walked down the street toward the bus stop, carrying a stack of folders and loose papers beneath one arm. As the double decker bus slowed to a stop, I climbed aboard, running my fingers through my dark brown fringe. I sat at the back of the bus, where no one else was sitting and, staring out the window, waited for the bus to move again. Suddenly, I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I turned my head toward the isle, where a tall woman with wavy blonde hair was standing beside my seat.
"Mind if I sat here?" she asked with a lovely smile. I stared at her for a minute, adjusted my glasses and replied,
"Uh, sure...yeah!" scooting a bit closer to the window. She sat down, her hair bouncing from side to side, and the bus began to move again. The woman was wearing a black dress that swung loosely below her knees. The skirt part was quite see-through, along with the long, loose sleeves. She had a thick, grey and black beaded necklace wrapped around her neck and her eyes were lined with thick, black eyeliner; her lips a luscious pink. I stared at her absentmindedly for a few seconds, until she looked up at me with a smile and I smiled back, looking back to the window.
"So...what's your name?" she asked.
"Uh, Daniel." I replied a bit nervously. She paused for a minute, chewing her lower lip.
"I'm Millie." she said with a smile.
"Nice name."
"Thank you." she sort of laughed to herself and looked at the ground. The bus stopped again, allowing people to climb on.
"Where are you headed?" I asked. She shook her head.
"Anywhere." She smiled again. I stayed silent, just looking at her, for a few seconds when suddenly the bus began to move again and I swiftly pushed up my glasses, leaning back in my seat and looking out the window again. For the rest of the ride we didn't speak to each other, only exchanged a few glances and awkward smiles. As the bus stopped at the stop closest to my neighborhood, I stood up.
"This is my stop..." I told Millie with a smile. She stood up and moved out into the isle so I could get off.
"Goodbye, Daniel." she replied with a mysterious smile. Her eyes were a sparkling blue and I stared at them for a couple of seconds.
"Bye!" I finally said back, turning to the front of the bus and looking at the ground nervously as I stepped off of the bus. When I stepped onto the pavement and looked back up at the bus, I saw her seated near the window, a smile lightly painted across her face, her fingers pressed up against the glass. I sort of saluted to her with two fingers and she laughed, waving back as the bus drove off. The crisp, autumn air blew softly through my hair and I bushed through it with my fingers. Pushing up my glasses, I began my journey home.

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