The Watertower

I decided to just make the whole short story into one chapter. Hope you guys like it😊✌

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                 We moved to my dad's hometown when I was about one and a half. My dad said we needed a change, with him losing his job and all. We moved next to this really nice house that looked old, but not too old. It had some vines up around the side of it, and a really nice wooden porch. It took us about three days to get everything into our house and unpacked. Since we have a big family, we got a rather large house. When I turned ten, my dad gave me his and mom's room, because I like things. I collect anything that looks like it could have been special to someone at some point, or looks like it can be turned into something special. I remember I found a broken music maker, but it was out of the box so it was just the thing that makes the noise, nothing to make it pretty. Over the span of three years, I have found four more .

My dad isn't really a people person, but my mom sure is. Sometimes it gets annoying when she constantly stops to talk to people she's never even seen before. So naturally, my mom walked over to introduce herself a couple of times but, no one was there. She thought they were just on vacation, but we later found out that no one's lived there in years. I don't think anyone has moved into that house since we moved here about thirteen years ago. One day when I was getting ready for bed I overheard my mom tell my dad, that she heard that some people will be moving in the house that's supposedly haunted next door. I don't believe in ghosts, but a lot of other people sure do. People make crazy coincidences I think that whenever someone thinks that a ghost slammed their door, or their power went out, it's just some crazy weather. Sometimes people come around to look at buying the house, but once they walk inside, they never even want to think about that house again. People say that it's been about twenty years since it went on sale. I don't know exactly what happened in that house, since we moved in after whatever happened, but I do know that it's bad enough to make everyone stay far away from it. While i'm busy eavesdropping, I don't notice the glass on the table I bump trying to sneak away. My dog barks at me and I try my best make her be quiet, but it's too late.

" Amber. Go to bed." my dad yells.

I run upstairs and instead of going to bed, I go to my window, like I always do, and I climb out and onto my roof and just watch. I like to watch what the neighborhood does in the quiet hours of the night. The cool summer night breeze makes the trees stir, but other than that, it's quiet, and still. Mr. Roberts, the newly married man that lives a couple houses down, likes to watch T.V in his garage, so he doesn't wake up his wife. He likes to watch reruns of cake boss. Mrs. Smith across the street, just sits on her porch, watching like me. I like her; she makes the best lasagna. I turn and look next door. The house doesn't look that haunted, it just looks old and mistreated. The grumble of a car engine breaks me from my thoughts. I can just barely see the outline of what looks to be an old U-haul. A U-haul! It must be the family moving into the house next door. I watched as the family moved box after box, until the U-haul was empty, and the boy and what I think is his mother, are inside. The blinking red numbers on my clock tell me that it's, 11:45. I sigh, thinking that I should probably get to bed, I climb back into my room and shut the window behind me, giving one last glance to the house next door. I finally close the curtains and shut my lights off, climbing into bed I close my eyes and fall asleep almost instantly.

The first few nights I could tell where kinda rough for him. He would be up all night, I

can tell because he never turns his light off. During the day he would just walk around town and avoid any groups of friends, including me and mine. Tonight as I was on my roof doing my nightly night observing, I saw a figure dash across my yard and towards the neighbor's house. It looked like a girl a little bit older than me! She started climbing up the trumpet vines that curled up his house and to his windows. She started to claw at the window. It must be locked. I hear a voice come from the girl, but can't quite make it out. By the looks of it, he let her in. I wonder who she is, or if he knows her in some way. They kind of just stood in front of the window whispering back and forth. It seemed kind of suspicious so I might have slept on my roof that night, it's a good thing that it was warm. I sat there after I woke up just to see if she will leave or if she was still there, but after about 2 hours, I gave up and went back inside.

The next night, she came again, I didn't stay up all night but I did see her go into his house once again. When I got done eating I went up to my room and heard the girl climbing up the boy's roof again. This time I heard them talking, and next thing I know they are heading out the window, the girl first then the boy next. They climb down from the roof, and head down the driveway. Franticly, I grab my shoes and a light jacket, and also jump down from my roof, unfortunately, I land in the bushes. I pop up dusting the leaves off of me as I pull on my shoes, and with one last tug, I raced after them. I try not to get too close, because I don't want them to think I'm following them or anything. Well maybe I am, but that's besides the point. They would think I'm being creepy, which I am, but I'm not usually this creepy. Stay focused Amber, "where are they going this late at night?" They were exchanging a few words but I couldn't quite make it out, but I'm not about to risk getting close enough and then getting caught. They are walking very far from where my parents think I'm in bed, safely asleep. Which I'm not, and that's not good. Eventually they made it to a park with a bunch of teenagers with beer, they were all speaking like something exciting is going to happen. Someone gabbed a cardboard box from the bushes and everyone seemed to follow him. He was leading everyone to the long metal legs of the water tower.

A couple of people and the mysterious girl and neighbor boy climbed up the water tower ladder, they made their way around the catwalk and I could hear the faint hiss of spray cans. Class of-- they were trying to reach somewhere they couldn't, so the girl got on some guy's shoulders, which really wasn't a good idea, I saw her hand with the spray paint move away from the tank, the guys grabbed for her but it was too late. She lost her balance. She screamed all the way down, the whole way down I was screaming and running towards the water tower, but it was no use. She fell and there was nothing anybody could do about it. And then, it was just me and the boy, alone, tears streaming down our faces.

You might have seen it in the local paper, we were headline news. It stated that two sleepwalking kids were rescued from the water tower by a volunteer fire department. The Incident recalls a 30 year old tragedy when senior girl fell while attempting a prank. I still can't comprehend what happened those few nights, but I know that it wasn't real, and I sure wasn't dreaming. Lets just say that after that night, I started believing in ghosts.

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Yeah so that was my story. Let me know how you guys Liked IT and/Or How I could Improve Next time💙✌