Chapter 1: Brooke

She woke up with a start. "Who's there?" She asked as she heard a bang. She spotted a shadow cross the other side of her room. "I know you are there, who are you?" She demanded. There was another bang as someone ran into her chair. That's it! She thought and swung her legs off of her bed. "What are you doing?" She called to the black figure who was heading to her door. "Stop!" She yelled and the figure spun around, grabbed her and covered her mouth. She was angry. She bit down on the person's hand and it let go. "Help! Dad! Mum!" She cried and the person wheeled around and headed out her window.
"Brooke!" Came a call and she saw her dad standing in her doorway. He flipped on the light and bent down to her, looking up just in time to see the black figure's leg disappear out the window. Brooke's mother was comforting her. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yea. I'm fine, a little shaky." She looked up with tears streaming down her face. "Oh Brooke." Her mother hugged her and looked at her husband. "Do you know who that was?" She asked him. "Uh..." He didn't finish.
"Well?" She pressed. He let out a sigh and looked at his wife, his eyes distant. "I know him alright. and he is after Brooke."

His wife instantly understood. "You mean?"

-"Yes." He finished her sentence. "Brooke. Did he do anything?"
"Like what?" She asked. "Like take your locket your mother gave you?" Her locket was a silver seashell with a small starfish on it, inside was a picture of her parents and her. She could always here the ocean or the river currents or the soft trickle of a stream from it.
"No." She replied a bit confused. "Why?"
"No reasons." Her mother told her. "You are safe now, you can sleep in the living room."

"Okay, thank you mum." She hugged her parents goodnight, grabbed her blanket and made her way to her downstairs couch. She laid down and fell asleep, holding her locket to her. It was always hanging from her neck, she had never took it off in her life. Her parents told her it was a gift from someone special. She never knew who but she had always had her locket from birth.

She played with it, twirling it around with her fingers and smiling. Soon she drifted off to sleep, the stranger out of her mind.

<----(Brooke's Locket)