"Are we seriously going to stay the night in this place?" Jacob complains to dad. This place isn't live able, we probably shouldn't even be breathing in all this moldy air. The kitchen is full of rats, ants and mold, the "living room" is torn apart. Nowhere in this house has carpet; it's all torn up floor boards with nails sticking out. Why would they even choose this place? It's going to cost us everything we have.
"Well, we're going to work on it tonight, by picking up junk and sweeping." Mom says, looking at dad for confirmation and he nods. "Adrienne, why don't you start sweeping upstairs. Jacob and Jonathan pick up the junk that is just laying around, please. Me and your father will fix the floor." Mom says. I groan and take a broom from dad. I walk up two flights of stairs and reach the highest floor, the third one. The window that Aileen would always look up at is shattered. It looks like no one even tried to fix it. I look out of the window and still see the glass from the two boys that broke it in 1975.
A chill runs through me and I walk into the living space. Both of the little boys are standing in the middle of the room, staring at me. I gasp and drop the broom. They laugh at me and run away into another room. I follow them curiously but I can't find them. Someone taps on my shoulder and I see what looks like Aileen. "I told them they would regret it." She said innocently. The weird thing is that they look like real humans, not ghosts. They aren't transparent. If I were to wave my hand through them, I would be hitting her.
Aileen runs away and disappears. What is happening? Then the one girl, Hayden that was in my dream starts to remind me, "To this day, their bodies still linger in this house." She couldn't be right, could she? Then again, it was just a dream, wasn't it?
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رعب❝ no one is going to save you, you have to save yourself ❞ (COMPLETED) Adrienne and her family move into this creepy mansion that she's been having nightmares about. Her father becomes paranoid and ends up dying -either by suicide or by the spirits...
