Old folk tale

A rickety car was hardly visable through large gusts of snow as it made it's way down a long secluded gravel road. As the car drew nearer to it's final destination, an old looming Victorian style house came into view.

"This is it!" an elderly women sang out.

"This is a piece of rubble is what it is." replied a younger voice with disdain.

"Now Tim!" growled a husky voice of an elderly man. "We are very fortunate your grandma found a house as good as this for our price limit!"

"Hush hush! Let's get all the luggage inside of the house before we freeze out here!" the grandma said excitedly and pressed a button to open the trunk.

There was an annoyed groan coming from Tim and a few grunts from the family as they stretched out there cramped legs. They had been driving for many hours, originally they had lived in a very warm place or warmer then where they are now.

"Tim please wake up your sister so she can help," requested the grandfather.

"Ohoho~! My pleasure!" Tim laughed slyly and looked down at his sister who was only one year younger than him. She had light brown hair that reminded him of their mother.

He packed some snow together in his hand, opened his sister's car door and shoved the snow ball down her jacket.

There was a high pitched squeal before she sat up wide eyed at Tim.

"Tim! You're such a jerk!" She screamed jumping out of the car and shaking the snow out.

"Don't pick on Kathy, Tim! Or you'll be unloading all of the luggage!" barked Grandpa.

"Whatever, " Tim scoffed picking a box from the trunk and walked toward the house.

"Wow, so this is the house?" Kathy said slightly bewildered.

"Yup! It's nice ain't it?" Grandma exclaimed happy to finally hear someone took interest in the house besides her. "Now why don't you and me finish unloading quickly so we can explore the rest of the house?"

"Sure thing!" Kathy grabbed a box and shuffled through the snow towards the house.

A few minutes later they were done unloading and sat down in the living room in front of a warm cozy fireplace.

"So how did we manage to get a house like this for cheap?" Kathy questioned.

"Poor, sweet and naïve Kathy. Don't you know someone died here? The place was said to be haunted by monsters in the forests." Tim said jokingly.

"You lie! I'm not young enough to fall for your stupid tricks!" Kathy said almost amazed that her brother would try to trick her into believing such stupid things!

"Ohoho! Ask any of the folk around here and they'll tell you the same thing! Why else would this huge house cost so little! I mean it has three freaking bathrooms!" Tim said defensively.

"Oh yea? Come on Tim, be more original with your lies!" Kathy was not having it. How much further could her brother go with this lie?

"I'm not lying! A long time ago they say a witch had cursed the natives of this land into blood thirsty monsters and that they still lurk around these woods for prey!"

"This is utterly the dumbest crap I've heard all year! A witch? Blood thirsty monsters? I swear Tim you're too attention hungry!"

A little voice chirped up. "Well I thought it was a fun story." Grandma said trying to keep some peace. Grandma's are too sweet.

"See even Grandma thinks it's just a story you've made up! What a joke!" Kathy was almost screaming now, she was tired.

"Enough, both of you! Tim help me move furniture and Kathy go outside and grab some more fire wood." Grandpa said sternly.

"Fine!" Kathy said as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door.

Ever since her parents died she felt that Tim became more angry at her. She thought if parents died, siblings would stick closer to each other. That was her tiny dream in a nightmare. But reality sucks.

She wandered through the back yard which was a very large clearing blanketed in snow and surrounded by the forest.

She pulled out her flash light from her coat pocket and scanned the edge of the yard warily. Had the story her stupid brother told gotten to her? No she wasn't a little girl anymore she was almost 16 for crying out loud!

Kathy had finally found the wood pile near the edge of the back yard which was next to the dense forest. Even when she shone the light, the darkness seemed to swallow it. A shudder raced down her spine that could have very well been because of the cold December wind whipping at her.

She fumbled with the few logs in her arms. Then a large gust of wind knocked her over and the flashlight flew out of her hands. Kathy quickly scrambled to gather the logs she lost, but instead of finding logs she found a faint but gaint animal print on the snow.