[color=a187be]Thank god, no more voices[/color]. Cassandra pulled the headphones down around her neck as she walked along the road that was supposed to lead to her destination. She could not drive yet, so renting a car was not up for debate and hitchhiking was out of the question. The unwanted conversations she would hear would have been enough to drive her insane and forget about taking the bus. It was hard enough getting here on the plane she reluctantly had to take. It figures her first plane ride would come with a bad experience, if it were not for the headphones she bought, she did not know how she would have made it through.

Almost deaf from the music she had playing, but it helped. Even if it just muffled the voices she heard in her head, it was a welcome distraction from what she had been dealing with for the past few weeks. It was not all bad, she found a few groups to add to her list of musical interests. 

At least it's not too far, she thought as she walked along the road as she took in the sights around her. The changing of the colors on the leaves reminded her of home and all the festivities that came along with the changing seasons. The sales of freshly baked pumpkin pies, the selling of pumpkins for carving, all the decorations people put on their houses, the smell of homemade cider, all came flooding back to her. The rush of nostalgia for a life she may never be able to go back to was enough to bring a few tears to her eyes.

Most of all, she missed her family, especially her brother. Since she began this trip, she never stopped wondering how he got on without her. It was around this time of day she would go to pick him up from school and they would walk home together. She would get him a treat before they reached their house and they would talk all the way home. Pulling the picture out she brought with her as she walked along the road, she stared intensely at it all the while trying ignore the lump she had in her throat. [color=a187be]Sorry kid, looks like you'll have to walk home without me[/color], she thought to herself.

Distracted, she almost walked passed her destination as she quickly snapped back to reality. She stopped in front of the driveway that seemingly lead to a run-down manor. She was met with the view dead trees and other deceased vegetation as she slowly strolled toward the manor. Halfway there, she could see the place she had been sent to had seen better days, [color=bc8dbf]oh, oh ho, perfect, this place is perfect, I've always wanted to be murdered in a place just like this.[/color] The entire place sent chills down her spine the closer she got and it did not help that it was taking what felt like hours to reach the place. Her fear would be somewhat quelled as she saw a few people standing outside. [color=a187be]Please be normal people, please be normal people[/color], she chanted to herself as she crossed her fingers and prayed.