I stepped off the campus bus, my backpack heavy with textbooks and the exhaustion of long months of classes. As I approached our suburban home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The tranquil neighborhood offered a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city, and I cherished the idea of coming back to this peaceful haven.
Inside the cozy living room, my family was bustling with excitement. My dad, Gabriel, or as we affectionately called him, Gab, was busy packing boxes. My three younger siblings, Beatrice, Matthew, and Rose, were already engaged in a friendly game of hide-and-seek. They greeted me with smiles and laughter.
But it was my mom, Catherine, who captured my heart that day. She had baked a cake, her specialty, to celebrate my return from campus. The sweet aroma filled the air, and I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. It was moments like these that made me truly appreciate the warmth of family.
After devouring a generous slice of cake, my mom surprised me with a relaxing hot water bath. She knew just how to make me feel pampered after a long day. The steaming water eased away the stress, and I emerged from the bathroom feeling rejuvenated.
As evening approached, we gathered around the dining table for a hearty dinner. The clinking of cutlery and the joyous chatter of my family filled the room. It was during this meal that my dad, Gab, broke the news that would change everything.
"Gabriella," he began, his eyes filled with anticipation, "we have some exciting news to share."
I exchanged curious glances with my siblings as my mom smiled at me. My heart raced with anticipation as I wondered what could possibly be so thrilling.
Dad continued, "Tomorrow, we'll be moving into a new apartment."
The words hung in the air for a moment, and then it sank in. A new apartment meant a fresh start, and for me, the most thrilling part was yet to come.
"You'll finally get your own room, Gabriella," my mom exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I could hardly contain my happiness. Having shared a room with my siblings for years, the prospect of having a space to call my own was a dream come true. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drifted off to sleep that night, imagining the possibilities of my new room.
Little did I know that the new beginning I so eagerly anticipated would lead me down a path filled with mysteries, terrors, and a room that held secrets beyond my wildest imagination.