When we moved into my new house I knew that it was old. It was really cute though. We had just finished unloading the truck to our new home and my dad said we should order pizza. We always order the same thing,cheese and pepperoni, we have been eating that since I was eight.we have cared it on for five years because now i'm thirteen.
"Okay,Kendall can you take all the boxes that go into your room and bathroom upstairs in you room." he said looking at me over his shoulder, HE was busy putting things away in the kitchen when he added" and when your done put the office stuff up there, I'll pay you $20" I laughed and started to take my stuff upstairs. There was only two rooms and a bathroom up there. My room,The bathroom, and the office.My dads room was down stairs..
DING DONG.The doorbell rang just as i put the last box in my room. I knew that the pizza has been opened so I start to walk down the hall toward the stairs when I here something from the office. I have not took anything in there yet so nothing should making the noise, It was a old fan maybe. So I kept walking. "Kendall." I heard a eerie voice call out. I could of sworn that i had looked the windows and the back door.
I tried to tell myself that it was the wind and to shake it off (A/N-SHAKE IT OFF) Then I hear it again. I slowly turn around and look into the office.
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My dad is a murderer
HorrorMy dad killed a women long before i was born and i need to find answers but i cant do it alone
