Haunting

Intro

   “Mom, how much longer?” I whine kicking the box across the floor. “Quit your complaining, we’re carrying the heavy stuff.” She smiles giving me a kiss on my forehead. “Silence grew between us. “We’re city folks! This isn’t gonna work!” I call after her retreating back.

    “Stupid candles, I feel like I’m living in a haunted house.” I spit sitting on the nearest box labeled ‘Charlotte’s room.’ Pulling out my cell phone, I immediately notice my five new notifications. “Twitter, boring. Facebook, boring. New text from Jessica, bleh I hate Jessica. New email, once again...BORING….Missed phone call? From who?” My thumb glides down the screen. “441-9875 probably a wrong number.” I sighed. Nothing interesting happens here.

“Charlotte! Get off your lazy bum and help us,” my brother shouts shaking the box I’m sitting on. I stick my tongue out at him before carrying the boxes to an empty room which would soon be mine… Unfortunately. A thick layer of dust covered the floor around the few patches of pink carpeting showing through because of furniture's placement. Same with the walls which the owners were to lazy to paint properly so they just went around their furniture's height. Spider webs hid in every corner making me want to throw up.

"I'm bored." I complain tugging on my mom's dress like a little kid. "This is an amazing place with a lot of interesting people. Go explore." "I'll get lost." I argue. "Mmhhmm. That's nice sweetheart." She deserves parent of the year.

I step into the hall slowly leaving my apartment B6."Charlotteeee.Charlotttttttteeee. Come here my...precious." I fought the urge to plug my ears. The voice was a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and a cat fight. "How… How do you know my name?" I choke. The room temperature suddenly dropped to a chilly 10 degrees with a high wind circling around me like a hurricane. "I know everything about you." The voice says. Sharp talon like nails tugged at my hair. "Your so puuuurrrrffffeeeeccctttt."

My cheeks burned uncontrollably. The voice was slowly transforming into a warm one, one that resembled a lullaby. "Who are you?” I whisper as it's 'fingers' brush across my cheeks. "That's the problem. I am no one." The voice sighs making the room go still. No dogs barked, no doors slammed, nothing. The room's temperature slowly increased."Bleh, I hate the heat." The voice spat as it slowly lowered the air again.

"Are you a ghost?" I question, my breath coming out in heavy huffs. "Don't do that child! It makes it warmer in here. And sort of..." It starts circling again. "Why aren't I scared?" I whisper checking my pulse. A ear piercing scream echoed followed by my own scream. "Now check your pulse." It's voice mumbles. I placed two fingers on my wrist. "It's quicker." "Exactly, because you're scared." "Because you screamed in my ear!" I yell. "True."

"Why are you here?" I ask sitting on the ground. "Better question is why are you here?" It questions. "My dad got a new job here." I respond. "Wrong! Now listen, I gotta go..." It says. And with that, the room heated back up to it's normal 85 degrees. I wasn't lying when I responded to that thing, but were my parents lying when they told me we're moving here?