AN. So I'm gonna start out this authors note by saying that this is a REWRITE of another fanfiction which was posted years ago but was taken down and I thought it was a great fanfiction and I'd love for you all to read it also!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rocky Horror. It belongs to Richard O'Brien of course. And the idea of the fanfic isn't mine either. I can't remember the authors name but kudos to her!

Chapter One

I was 13 when I had my first super natural experience. Oh, wait! I should introduce myself first.

Hi! My name is Rocky. I knew, it's a weird name. I always asked my parents why I had such an awkward name. Dad always said that when Mom was pregnant with me, they were told I was gonna be a boy. He said they basically prepared for my arrival by decorating my playroom to look like a little boys. They had all these names picked out for me like Jeff and Tyler and Ben. But they agreed on Rocky because it was so unique. But they were surprised that I was a girl. But Rocky still somehow fit me. But…

Every time I asked my Mom, she just turned away and muttered, "You just look like him…"

I would just blink in confusion as she avoided my questions. I tried to ask my Dad what she meant but he would always be distracted by something irrelevant.

I'm17 and I live in a small town in Ohio called Denton. I doubt you've heard of it. There's nothing really special here. I live in a house just on the outskirts of town. To be honest it feels like my house is in the middle of nowhere. No one lives near us. It also rains every day. Well not every day. But when it's a sunny day (which is quite rare) it's a bad day. Something always goes wrong.

So you're probably wondering who the heck I am and why I'm telling you about where I live and such. But bear with me. For I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.

….

So like I said earlier, I was 13 when I had my first super natural experience . It was my birthday and I was having a party in my house. And because I just became a teenager I got more grown up presents like makeup and clothes. My friends decided to show me how to wear makeup by demonstrating on each other. At the time I thought they were amazing at it but to be honest, now that I think back I see they were terrible at it.

Once everyone was gone, I decided to experiment in my room with my new presents. Like my friends, I was pretty damn terrible at makeup. But I couldn't help but pull stupid duck faces in my mirror. I laughed and giggled at how "cute" I looked. But I stopped when I heard someone else laughing.

"I'm afraid you are wearing took much blusher, child." An unfamiliar voice sounded.

I quickly turned around to see no one else in my room.

"Behind you," the voice said again.

I turned again to face my mirror. On my bed was a man. And not just any man. He was wearing full drag and was giving me a weird smile with his painted lips. I turned again to see he wasn't there. All I could think to do was scream at the top of my lungs.