The Haunting

And so it begans...

 

"It looks like it hasn't been lived in a 1000 years mom!" I shouted to the car.

"Honk, honk!" The sound of a S.U.V came right behind my mother’s puny car. The Realtor came out the bulky car with his black suit, tie, and shoes to me he looked like one of those people from men in black. His slick black hair combed back it looked like the business man haircut. I started to chuckle to myself.

"I know the picture is a little off." He said worriedly

"A little you mean a lot!" I came up to his face.

"Now, now Alice where are your manners." She pulled me off the man and smiled.

"My manners went south." I muttered to myself.

"It has a lot to work on but we can make it our own." She smiled to the man as they walked around to the backyard.

I sat down in the brown sand and began to make a fail of a sand castle. After siting like a complete dummy I got up to see the old rotting door. I paused to look from afar and began to walk slowly up to the creepy house like you see in an old horror movie. There was a rusted door bell and it look as if it broke a long, long time ago. Out of my curious self I pushed the button, the sound made a horror screech like when you see a mouse. My eye clouded with fear I ran back to the car and jumped back in. Once the door shut I locked the car so nothing could get in.

"I'm not going to last long in that house by this rate!" I said to myself.

Then I could see a bright red t-shirt in the distance it was mom thank god. The real estate man pulled the for sale singe out of the ground and hurried off to his car and drove away.

"The house might need some work but we'll make it our own." She said as she knocked on the glass of the car.

"Yeah." My voice trailed off with worry.

Nightfall came there was boxes all over my room the sound of the wind howling and the uncut branches hit the clouded windows. I hated this house just image about the school it's probably full of all these creepy kids or, or emo well I don't know but I don't think I would want too. The house came with some furniture but was it ugly though. My hand became clammy from the sweat as I walked down the dark hallway. The stairs creaked when I ran down them mom was a sleep on the bage couch with a drink in her hand. I opened the fridge to see..... nothing but a jar of pickles