The Haunted House

It was a dark and stormy night, and I was home alone. The TV was blaring full on. The reporter was saying something about Highway 61 being blocked due to a fallen tree and all the roads were blocked with traffic jams.

Ugh! That meant my parents couldn't come home until the firefighters or whoever is in charge of road blockages removed the fallen tree. Suddenly, the TV channel changed. There was a movie coming on. It was a Halloween special called The Haunted House. What I saw next shocked me out of my bones.

My house was the haunted house that was being filmed. But... I hadn't seen anyone filming outside our house, ever. Plus, our house didn't look all moldy and gross. It clearly was my house, but it looked different... old. And the story! It was of my childhood. How had they known about me?

Bark! The sound startled me out of my reverie. My dog, Hoover, was barking and pawing a loose floorboard.

"Come on, Hoover. Time for bed." I sighed.

Wait! What was that? Through the gap in the floorboard, I could see a piece of leather. I cautiously took hold of a baseball bat and advanced toward the floorboard.

I shoved it open and whacked the baseball bat onto the object. All I earned from that, was a cloud of dust in my face. It was a book! A book! I was scared of a book! But before I could open it, the sound of a piano and an echoes of a girl's voice reached my ears.

I ran to the attic because the voice was coming from there. I saw a girl about 16 years old sitting at the piano and playing a song that she had probably written. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to find out who the girl was and how she had broken into my house.

If she was still there when I opened the door, she would be normal, but if she disappeared, then my suspicions would be confirmed.

To be continued...