(Note: I was sort of inspired by the fantastic story "Games of the Children" on FictionMania. I plan to start with a similar premise, but it could really go lots of different directions. Feel free to add your own spin and take it where you want!)
To his surprise, Jon noticed that the family stepping out of the small car seemed perfectly normal. A part of him had hoped that he might've seen the result of his misguided wish. Maybe a family of witches, or mutants, or maybe nudists. Anything to make his rather vanilla neighborhood seem a little less boring.
Instead he saw a rather ordinary couple emerge from the car. They both looked like they were just entering middle age, a few years younger than Jon's own parents. From the back seat emerged a young girl, no older than five or six. She was wearing a blue dress and her blonde hair was tied into a long braid behind her back. The man looked on at the movers, directing them into the house and imploring their caution with some of the more delicate items. The woman spotted Jon and walked over, taking her daughters hand. Her husband looked up and began to follow.
"Welcome to the neighborhood," Jon said extending his hand. The woman shook it gently.
"Thanks. I'm Emily Riley," she said.
The man caught up and proceeded to give Jon a firm handshake, "Sam Riley. Pleased to meet you." Then he put a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "This is our little girl, Stacy."
"Hello!" she said brightly, with a wide smile.
"Why, hello there," Jon said, surprised by the bravado of such a young kid. He looked at the parents.
"We moved here from Montana," Emily said, as though she knew what question would inevitably come next. "Couldn't stand the winters, though," Sam added.
"Well, it snows here, too." Jon said, trying to be friendly, though he wasn't too comfortable making conversation with total strangers.
"I'm sure," Emily said. "Say, do you know of any kids in the neighborhood that are Stacy's age? It would be nice for her to have someone to play with."
"Well, my brother's just a couple years older. He's a bit... adventurous, though, if you know what I mean." Jon could tell by the way the girl dressed that she wouldn't last a minute around Mikey's boyish energy.
"That's okay," the girl piped in, "I'm good at making friends..." Jon thought it was kind of odd the way she'd said that, but didn't dwell on it.
"Why don't you run inside, sweetie? We'll help get your things inside." The girl just shrugged and made her way into the house. As she did, all of the movers instantly stopped what they were doing to let her pass.
"Well, we've got a lot to do..." Sam said.
"Sure," Jon said, excusing himself. "I'm sure my parents would love to meet you. Nice meeting you." He waved and turned to go into his own house. As he stepped onto the porch, he froze. He felt an eerie sensation, as though someone was watching him. He turned and saw Stacy Riley, standing in one of the windows next door, staring at him blankly. Jon felt a cold iciness in the stare, but when she saw him look at her, shy coyly smiled and turned back into the house.
Okay, so maybe the kid is a bit creepy, but at least the parents are nice. Jon shrugged it off and went inside. He had stuff to do, anyway.
