RANDOM (For Your Enjoyment)

Chapter Eight

This story is a true story. My mom's best friend, Mary, was sitting on the porch, telling stories. I was about seven, and I wanted to hear what the 'grown ups' were talking about. I hear my mom's friend telling my mom about why she moved. Here's the jist of what happened. Mary was asleep in the master bedroom on the third floor of their house and she heard music. It was pretty quiet, and she didn't know where it was coming from. She thought it might be the neighbors, but the lights in their house were off. She decided to go check it out. She walked downstairs, and the music got louder. She walked outside the house and she heard the music get even louder. As she walked towards the source, she found out that the music was coming from a very obvious yet strange place. The ground, right near the lake out back. As she bent down to listen, it stopped. It just stopped. She was very weirded out by this, and retreated back into the house. As she lay in bed, trying to fall back asleep, she felt a cold rush of wind and could almost make out someone whisper, "I see you." She quickly turned her head to see who or what it was, but all she saw was a message scratched on the wooden wall. "LEAVE." So she did. The very next day. The family who moved in seemed nice enough. A lovely couple and their daughter, who introduced themselves and Ella and John Williams, and their daughter was Anne. Mary warned them about the strange occurences, but they didn't seem to care.

"We've wanted this house for a while," Ella told Mary. "It's such a shame you're giving it up, but we're glad you let us buy it from you."

Mary, of course, had been happy to get the house off of her hands. Later, looking into the strange occurences, Mary discovered that the house used to belong to a couple and thier daughter. The daughter had drowned in the lake out back of the house. The couple, Ella and John, had commited sucide over the loss of thier sweet young daughter, Anne.

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So this actually happened.
At least Mary said it did.
If you choose not to trust Mary, that's fine.
I choose to believe her, however.
Creepy shit is cool.
Aight.
Bai.
-Aria