Hello. My name is Ava. I know, not a very creative name. Blame my mother. She said she wanted me to have a plain name in the hope that I would avoid the family “curse.” Turns out, even with my plain name, the “curse” would strike me as well, at an even younger age then most. I guess I should explain the “curse” before I go any further. You see, I come from a long line of psychics. We aren’t the lucky ones that can read the future. We can only see, talk to and generally be annoyed by spirits. Every other woman in my family has not been hit with the “curse” until they became pregnant with their first child. Something about the excessive estrogen in thier system opening them up or something. I should also add that most of the women in my family have more mystical sounding names, and you can understand where my mom was coming from.I however, with my ordinary name, got hit with the curse at the age of 16. And no, I was not pregnant at the time. In fact, I didn’t even know about it happening at first. You see, my father, wanting to give me and my sister a better life, decided that we should move from our home in the city to the country. My sister hated the idea, since that would mean she would have escort avcılar to leave her long time boyfriend. I, however, was ecstatic about the move. I had always been the odd woman out at school, and I felt that the move would give me a chance to reinvent myself so I would be better accepted. I was excited the day we left the small, cramped apartment and headed out to the four bedroom farm my father had found for us. Upon seeing the house, I knew that my new life here would be even better then I had dreamed. I wasn’t sure where the feeling came from, but I felt that I would learn how to be a woman here.The house we moved to was big and spacious. My sister and I had had to share a room at our old apartment, but here we would each have our own rooms. I was the first in the door and up the stairs. I left the big room at the top of the stairs for my sister, feeling drawn to a room at the end of the hall on the opposite side. When I opened the door, I was blasted with a rush of hot, musty air. I walked over to the window, opened it and stuck my head out, wanting to feel the cool breeze on my face. I took the chance to check out the view and noticed that I had a perfect view of the escort bahcesehir big red barn that was behind our house. My father had hinted that we would be getting a horse or two, but we hadn’t been able to get any yet, so I knew it was empty for the time being. Never the less, I felt an urge to go out and check it out. I decided to go check it out the next day, since my mother had already made it clear that she wanted us all to stay in the house for the rest of the night. It was getting a little dark, but I could have swore I saw someone or something moving in the barn. I should have run screaming for daddy, but I somehow knew that whatever or whoever it was wouldn’t hurt me.I heard my mother call up the stairs, beckoning me to supper. I reluctantly pulled my head back in the window, closed it and walked out of the room, leaving my bag there. I was determined to sleep in this room from now until I left for college. As I turned to go back down the stairs, I thought I saw the door opposite me move ever so slightly. I was a little weirded out, but decided that, since it was an old house, maybe a draft had pushed it. As I plopped down the stairs, I could already hear my sister whining.”But beylikdüzü escort mom. I didn’t want to move anyway. I am 18. You could have left me with Aunt Sue and Uncle Brett to finish out my senior year. Why didn’t you?””Now, Sara,” I heard my mom say. “You know that I don’t like your aunt’s husband. He is a perv and looks at you like you are a piece of meat. Besides, can you at least give this place a chance. You still have a whole month before school starts. And I promise, if you still hate it by then, I will let you go back. Now, you get your tiny little butt in that dining room and sit down, before I kick it in there.” I heard my sister stomp of. She had always been a bit of a drama queen. I knew exactly why she had wanted to stay, and it wasn’t entirely because of her boyfriend. You see, my mother had reason to not like Uncle Brett, whether she knew it or not. He really was a perv and my sister had already slept with him several times. There was even one time she had slept with both him and her boyfriend at the same time, while our Aunt had videotaped it. She had told me all of this in confidence, so, being the good little sister that I am, I hadn’t told or parents. I had however, made her let me watch the movie. What she didn’t know is I had made a copy of it and masturbated to it often enough. When I walked into the dining room, I found my sister with her arms folded across her ample chest and her bottom lip jutting out.