(You know I gotta put Spooksville in here?)

Shane Sheppard stared out the window of the family van. They were moving to a new city. Wilson, a golden retriever had insisted that they move to his old hometown, that it would be a good experience for the family. Shane believed him. In fact, he was actually really excited about the concept of going to a new town and living there. He had never really liked the town he was from. Reminded him too much of his dad. Wilson had come around ten years ago and given Shane a new and better father figure to look up to. Plus, Wilson treated him and his mom right, and even gave his mom another kid.

Shane looked next to him at his little brother who was a sheppard/retriever mix, Kurt played his Gameboy. His brother was kind of annoying sometimes, but Shane could easily see past that. Shane loved his little brother; he was probably one of the only people Shane felt like he could talk to.

For some reason, though, Kurt wasn’t very excited to move. Kurt actually had friends that he didn’t want to leave. Shane didn’t have that pleasure. He had only had one good friend. Cody Hallington. He was a Collie, and Shane’s best friend back home. Home… He couldn’t really call it that anymore… and honestly, he really didn’t remember much about Cody, except that he was a foster kid and that he lived in another state now. But he knew Cody was his best friend and that they would always be friends.

As he turned to look back out the window, he noticed the sky was getting darker. Shane looked at his watch. It was only noon. It shouldn't be that dark yet. “Wilson? Why is the sky getting so dark?”

Wilson looked at Shane through the rearview mirror.  “It's nothing Shane. It just means we're getting closer to Spokesville.”

Shane cocked his head, “Is it always so dark?”

“Yeah.” Wilson chuckled, “Guess I am so used to it that it doesn't surprise me.”

“Dark is so boring, dad. Why can't we go back to Chicago!” Kurt groaned when his game-boy ran out of juice.

Their mom turned around. “It was getting too crowded in Chicago and you know your father was starting to get sick.”

Shane remembered. Every year when summer would come, Wilson would get a bad sun burn and stay inside from weeks. “I am glad we moved. Maybe I'll have a chance to meet so new people… Maybe make some friends…”

Wilson gave Shane a sympathetic look. “You'll fit in fine, Shane.”

Shane had a tough time believing that. He had a weird sense of style and a quiet personality. He liked dressing in dark colors and coloring the fur on his head. He had several piercings. In fact, people used to make fun of him for looking like a vampire. He hoped that this new town would be more accepting of him.

From what Wilson had told him, the town was nice. There was usually a lot to do and some fun places to visit. And there were a lot of colorful people and personalities too. Shane was itching to get there and see for himself.

Shane could now see the town. It was darker now, so the town looked kind of eerie as they passed. He could see several folks walking around, stopping to stare as the van drove by. He thought he saw some eyes glint as they passed. He shivered and turned to the front. He couldn't see much and was beginning to get a little frightened. “W-Wilson?”

“It's okay. It's just the glare from the street lights.”

Shane looked back out the window and saw a large shop with lights and music coming from it. “Whoa!”

Kurt looked out the window, interested now. “What's that place?”

Wilson stopped at a stop sign and looked, “Hm… Looks new! Guess they built that a few years ago.”

Shane smiled a little, “I want to go there… Maybe tomorrow?”

Their mom chuckled, “If we are done packing. Sure.”

Wilson started driving again and they eventually turned into the driveway of their new house. It was a nice house. Gave the feel of being very old, but it also looked new at the same time. Like one of those haunted mansions you would see on TV. But of course, those were usually never haunted. They all got out of the car. “This place looks nice!” He said admiring the workmanship.

His mom smiled as she opened the trunk. “Apparently its two-hundred thirty years old.”

“Two-hundred thirty two, dear. This house used to be my dads when he was a kid.” Wilson smiled at the house. “Come on Shane.” He went and took a box from the trunk. “Let's go see what's inside.”

Shane smiled and grabbed a box and followed his step-dad up to the front door. As Wilson opened the door, Shane felt a cold chill blow over him. He turned and thought he saw someone staring at him from the middle of the road. He blinked and realized there was nobody there.

He quickly ran into the house. He had seen nothing. Just a shadow. Or a hallucination. There were no such things as ghosts. He bumped into Wilson on accident as he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. “Oof! Sorry Wilson...”

Wilson gave him a smile, “You okay, Shane?”

Kurt walked in followed by his mom. “Shane's scared of the dark!”

“I am not…! MOM!” Shane looked at his mom who had made her way into the kitchen to unpack a box.