It started out like any other day does: going to school, making weekend plans, getting ready for summer and what not. I never saw any of this coming; I was your not-so-typical rich kid before that weekend. Hi, my name is Danny Daisen, nice to meet you. I'm here to introduce you guys, and girls, to this book you are about to read. This book is my story; a story of how this teenager’s life was launched from a giant slingshot into a different dimension.
Well, I guess I should tell you a little more about myself so you won't be lost and confused in the book. I live in North East Michigan, not to far from the Huron National Forest. I'm 18 and in my spare time, I like to watch anime, read manga, go hiking, swim, play video games, hang out with friends, date, catch movies, ugh the list of the common things I like to do could go on for hours. I like to think I am of above average intelligence, I started high school back when I was living in Japan and I now go to Oliver James High School here in Michigan.
I'm a Senior this year and my father and I just moved here about halfway through my Junior year. We live in a house that's basically considered legend around here. It's an 18th century house, which looks like the previous owner had a Gothic complex, and it's basically the house made for the owners of the cemetery next door. The cemetery belongs to us as well, seeing as how it was in the deed. The house is a reasonable size and we bought it for a fairly decent price.
Most people would think, "Well if such an elegant and historic house is so cheap, there must be something wrong with it," but not my dad. No sir, my dad is the kind of person who says, "What a great deal! Let’s take it before someone else does!" All of the kids at school, all of the people in the stores, and, well, you might as well just say the whole town, seem to be strongly convinced that the house is cursed, which might just explain the cheap price. Of course, you would expect most people to be a little spooked by such an old house with a cemetery in the deed, but it doesn't help much that the cemetery is on the corner of Devil's Way and Death's Drive, but hey, what's a street name have to do with anything, right? Right!?
According to local legend, the first owners of the house were a father and his son. The family lived there for about six months when, as rumor has it, a vampire tricked the son into letting him inside, and then he murdered the son in the very center of the house, a very gory mess. His father moved out, not being able to live there for the grief that the house caused him and another father and teenage son moved in. They declared the house cursed after this pair though for the same thing happened every time. Father and son move in, son dies, father moves out, repeat. Great, now it's my turn. I live here with my father.
We recently had some new neighbor’s move into the guest house, the old graves keeper's home that we put up for rent. It's the only house within a mile of mine and its only about five minutes walking distance. Out of the people who moved in, there is a boy who's close to my age, he just turned eighteen. His name is James and I've seen him around the school a few times. There is nothing too unusual about him, aside from the fact that every time I get near him, he always looks at me and then runs away. He looks like a nice guy and since I still haven't had the chance to talk to him, I planned on going over to his house today after school. Little did I know that after school today, my life would never be the same again.