The House A Short Story

Chapter I

The year was 1850 it was a warm April day when my owners started to build me. I don't know how long it took to build me. The next thing I knew was the family had moved in and was living inside me. That is where it all started.
The next few years had it's ups and downs mostly downs. I started to feel like this was really why I was built. So I decided on my own this was not the family I wanted living here. So that very night I started my plan to get rid of the family that was living here inside me.
So I started plan A I invited ghosts to help me scare the family out. I knew it would take a long time but that is all I had left was time. I really didn't have a plan B because I was sure the plan A would work.

What a time, 5 years of fun scaring the family after they put me through 10 years of hell. The first month was the funniest getting the family to believe I was haunted. We started by trying to scared the daylights out of the dad first cause we knew he was going to the hardest and we we're right. So when the dad wouldn't budge we went to the mom and daughter. They seemed a lot more easier.
So the ghosts haunted day and night for 2 and half years before the dad started to think something strange was going on. But of course that took another 2 and half years before they finally moved out.

Of course this started my years of beening vacant even the ghosts moved out. One winter day in 1873 a trapper broken inside and made me his. Of course I was sciptal about him living here. But I thought it sure beats not having nobody inside. But saddly he was only useing me as a winter shack. He left the very next spring this made me sad thinking that someone finally moved in. I was wrong.