Haunted By Him

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-A/N. Please be aware that there was racism going around in this time. Therefore in this book, racism will be going on at certain points. Please understand, I'm not racist and I'm trying to make this as accurate as possible. Thank you.-

Rain droplets had began to fall down, colliding with our vehicle, and the nature outside of the car. Inside the car, it was dead silent. The only thing that could be heard were other cars zooming passed us and the car's noise as we had advanced forward. The moving truck was tailing us to our new home. Mum and dad knew that I didn't want to have anything to do with the house, therefore, they remained silent about it.

My gaze was shifted outside of the window, elbow leaned against it. I just wanted to fall asleep right now. We've been out on the road for two days, crossing a state to get to the house. Of course I'm going to be missing my friends but that was okay... I could always make new ones. Back where we used to live, Negros were on the streets without a home. Disgusted, my parents had decided to move. To add on that, my mum had discovered what the government had been secretly doing. The taxes my parents paid went straight to the poor school, for the Negros. My parents refused to continue paying for that. The final reason for leaving would be... My father. He cheated on her countless times, I knew about it. He told me if I ever told her, I'd get a serious beating. That kept my mouth shut for awhile until I finally had the bloody guts to tell her. They divorced, and my mum had quickly founded a different fiancé to give her love.

Abruptly, the car had came to a stop. I had been so zoned out, I hadn't even realised that we were already at the house. This house... It looked like shit could actually go on in here. It gave off an eerie atmosphere, and I could've sworn I've seen something like this on a horror movie.

"We're here." My mum had stated as she had removed the keys from the ignition. "Finally...." I heard her sigh underneath her breath.
I really did feel bad for not telling her for all this time. I've should've manned up a long time ago.

Her fiancé gently rested his hand on her shoulder, giving a reassuring smile. I trusted this guy somehow, with my mum of course. I guess that we'll have to see in the meantime. 

I unbuckled my seatbelt, then stepped out of the car. As I did so, my gaze was resting upon the house, not once shifting away. I... Felt something from this house. It was a dark and negative feeling just outside from the house. I couldn't quite imagine what I would feel once I entered it. Possibly a thick, overwhelming atmosphere. That was only a hypothesis of mine.

"What's wrong, Saul? Aren't you going to go inside? Your room is upstairs, down the corridor, then to your right. Why don't you go on and check it out?" My mum inquired of me, giving a small tilt of her head.

I didn't have any other choice, I knew. Besides, I couldn't just sleep outside without my parents yelling for me to get inside the damn house. Sometimes my parents let me do things on my own to figure out the consequences; like when I cheated on a test in my old school. I'll tell you now, I got in a whole boatload of trouble with the teacher. I ended up writing a two-paged essay instead for the grade. I got myself a high B, which was good enough. What did my parents do? They laughed and told me, "You should've known better, dumbass." They were right. That was a stupid move for me to pull and that ended up screwing up my chances for a decent college. Getting a good education was tough and not to mention, rare. If I were to get myself in a college I could definitely consider myself a lucky one.

I couldn't really consider myself as a trouble-maker, only when I'm desperate to finish or achieve something; or when I'm just up right irritated. My parents told me, "This is America. If you want something, go out and reach for it, claw, dig, and scratch to achieve what you want. It's never going to come so naturally." Little did they know that I wasn't going to be doing any clawing, scratching, or digging to get what I want. I have my own ways, God dammit.

Urging myself forward, I made my way up the steps to the house. Wasn't too shabby, not yet. I opened the door and proceeded on into the household. The floor was wooden, yet it was exquisitely cleaned to a perfection. If light reflected on the floor, you could surely see a small gloss to it. Whoever sold this really wanted it to go. I didn't seem to understand why. Furniture was already in placed inside the home, fitting gloriously with the floor and the wallpaper. My parents decided to leave our old furniture, and sell it with our former house since this one already contained fine furnishing. The wallpaper was a deep velvety colour, offering an atmosphere mistaken for slight comfort. The furnishing itself was perfectly clean as well. I felt almost lucky to be living in this household. Especially in a time period like this.
I sauntered my way up the stairs; as I was doing so, I had began to notice some pictures hanging from the walls. The former owner would've at least wanted to take their pictures rather than just leaving them hanging here, right? I had abruptly snapped back into reality once one of the pictures had fell from the wall. The glass shattered, then had began to slide down the stairs. I blinked a few times, attempting to process what had just happened. This house must've been old... Right? There was no need to jump to any sort of conclusions about this house. I gulped quietly to myself. My mother shouldn't have any problem with cleaning this hell of a mess up. I proceeded to walk upstairs, disregarding the other pictures on the wall.

After that, I simply headed down the corridor then into my room. The furnishing in here was still left as well. It looked a lot more nicer than it did in the old house. A table was by the bed, it had an old record player on top of it. I've always wanted a record player, my mother just hadn't had enough money to pay for it. To see this in my room was surely shocking to me. Maybe my parents had purchased this as a surprise? If that had to be the case, I'd have to thank them for it.

I turned away from the player, and to the closet to have a peek inside. There wasn't anything in it... Aside from a mysterious-looking box. In curiosity, I picked it up to have a small gaze at it. The box was silver, yet looked to be slightly old. You could tell because on the side, the box had seemed to have been turning to rust. Once I was about to open it, the old record player behind me had started to... Play an album. I flinched. I hadn't recalled turning it on... Never had I ever recalled anyone being in this very room with me....
My breathing quickened as my eyes had slowly widened. I could practically feel my heartbeat speed up rapidly. The only thing I was aware of now was another presence in this very room.