I have no memory of anything, not even of how I passed away or the reason I was drawn to this particular house. I don't even remember my real name. I knew I was dead that I was sure of.
I loved being free and scaring people at first. The look of fright whenever I moved something or closed doors was worth everything even if it meant they would probably end up leaving. It was fun and exciting until it wasn't.
As years passed and people stopped moving in. The more lonely it was getting. I tried leaving, but whatever drew me to this house wasn't letting me leave. I was stuck here for what seemed like forever.
That was until I saw the moving van once again parked outside. The bolded words on the van that I haven't seen in awhile finally came back. After so many years.
As the parents unloaded the uhaul the kids were not even bothering to help all. Instead they ran to claim their bedrooms. All except one...
A tall brunet haired boy.
The boy stayed to help the parents, before going into the house to see his bedroom, the only one that wasn't claimed by his little siblings and parents.
It was a pretty decent sized bedroom with no windows and only a piano in the corner of the room. There was a bathroom connecting it to the closet. The closet wasn't the biggest out of all the rooms in the house, but you could still walk in it, and the bathroom only had a shower and a toilet.
The only problem was that it was my bedroom.. my room and I didn't want to share...
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The Ghost Boy In My House
ParanormalWhen Sam's family unknowingly moves into a house that is supposedly haunted by a ghost of a boy who died years ago. It becomes apparent to Sam that all this boy wants is a friend. But when Sam starts to have feelings for the boy. He knows he must do...
