was only eight years old when I moved. It was to a mansion that was over one hundred and fifty years old. Once we had moved in weird things started happening. Things would go missing and end up in weird spots. I had a teddy bear that we found in our basement under books we had never touched.
One night my parents left me home alone. I knew they wouldn't let me bring a friend over. I asked if my cousin could come which they said yes too. Once he was here we watched some movies. We had a pretty good time. After about ten-thirty, we got ready for bed.
After about two hours at twelve-thirtyish, we heard a loud crash. My cousin was awake before me. We looked around the room and decided it was probably a raccoon in the trash outside. We tried to go back to sleep but this picture kept us up. We'd laugh at how weird it was and how it looked like it was changing.
We finally fell back asleep at one in the morning. I woke up to the sun hitting my face. I was confused because I was sure last night I fell asleep under the painting. When I sat up and was more awake reality hit me. There was no painting. Someone was watching us through the window.
When we tried to tell my parents they just laughed and said our imagination was running wild. We never went into that room after dark again. That was eight years ago. You'd think to be sixteen and living in a new town would change my fear but it didn't.
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