The Move In

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I stood there, I try to figure out what is wrong with my house. When i walk in my kitchen i shiver like the air conditioning is on but colder, I found my room there was no fighting over the biggest room because i am a alone child. I got to choose from two rooms it is what would be the guest room and what is my room. I chose the biggest, of course. Once i got in i felt like something was watching me, I didn't care. "Go grab the canned food from the truck" My mom asked. "OK" i yelled. I went and put them in the cupboard. After that i asked to grab my bed to put in the empty room so i could lay down. My dad helped me and we put it down. "Man that was heavy?" My dad joked around. "Suree" I spoke.

I went in my room and noticed weird carvings on the window cill, "Mom what is this?" I yelled as my mom was running up the stairs "Its probably just from the previous owners, maybe it was a kid" My mom spoke. Yah, ok. I said while I was thinking it was some spirit thing or something. When I layed on my bed, in my half empty room, The carvings appeared to say "8 12 15 7 41" What do those numbers mean? I did some research on the house and found out nothing. I'll check later.

"Sabrina, come and help put the stuff from the moving truck in the house" My dad spoke. I rolled my eyes and went to go downstairs, I grabbed boxes and set them down where our living room would be. I went upstairs to see my mom puking in the bathroom. "Mom, What's wrong?" I asked while I called for help. "No, no it's nothing, Its just a cold." As my dad was running up the stairs I had to tell him it was nothing but he still had to make sure. "Lizie are you alright" My dad asked. 'Lizie is my moms name and my dads name is Kevin' My mother spoke, "Yes Its just a cold."

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 24, 2016 ⏰

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