Warnings from the Dead

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Hey guys I decided to write a paranormal book about ghosts and such :):) I hope you like!

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Chapter 1.

Some people say that your home is supposed to be your sanctuary. A place where you feel safe and secure. But what if that isn't always the case? What if your home is a place you come to dread? A place that makes your skin crawl?

That's my problem. Ever since I moved to this so called sanctuary, I've never felt so unsafe, so unsure of this place. Never so sure that there really were ghosts... demons.

I watched as things flew across the room, writings formed on the wall, and voices by your ear at night slowly started to drive my family insane. All these things became a normal occurance. I Watched as things became more serious with almost being choked and finding blood spots randomly around the house. 

No. No I'm not crazy, though I thought I was at first. Not anymore. The paranormal exists. And I'm here to give you my testimony.

My name is Tala Morris, and this is my story.

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" Tala! Come and help me pack the rest of the things up! We're ready to go!!" My mother yelled from outside.

I took one last glimpse of the empty room I once called mine and walked slowly down the stairs, taking in the house for the last time.

I've lived in this house for 17 years, I've had alot of great memories here, so it's really sad to leave.

My parents had decided that we needed a change, to move to a bigger and better house. So obviously, moving seemed to be what they were wanting to do. So I didn't stop them, especially since they are usually unshakable when they put they're minds on something, especially when they decide together.

Sure I didn't want to move, and sure I could put up a fight if I wanted to, but really... wheres the point? They made up there minds, and just arguing about it would just make us all upset.

I walked out of my old house and headed to the truck where I helped load the last few boxes of things into it. I then jumped into the very back of the van with my parents and my siblings waiting patiently for me.

My dad looked back at me from the drivers seat and smiled at me " Your going to love the new place Tala, I promise."

My dad found this place a town away, about thirty minutes from this house. So I'd have to start a new school because my parents don't want to drive 30 minutes to get to school. Besides thats wasting gas.

I nodded at him with a fake smile toward him. Why should I bring down my parents happiness with my reluctance to leave? At least they're happy.

My father was Anthony Morris hes got dark short hair, and he's always the optomist in the family. He is rather good looking for his age. Both my parents are actually. My mom is Diane Morris. She's got light red hair and a sweet but firm attitude.

My parents have been happily married for 24 years.

First they had me. I have dark brown hair to my midback. I like to dress in darker colors. That doesn't necessarily make me gothic. I've always shyed away from crowds and like having a select few friends rather than alot. Im sensitive to others feelings and I'm pretty much a goody two shoes.

Then my parents had the twins. They're 12. First they had Damon, he is very blunt and very into his piano lessons. He's actually really good. He's very talented with music. He is very social and sweet, never seems to lie and can wrap any adult around his finger. He inherited Dads dark brown hair and dimples.