I have always hated being left home alone. I always tend to get a bit paranoid whenever I heard something outside, which in most cases its either the wind or my dogs running around. Worst of all is that I, Amelia Rose, live in a haunted house.
I moved to a small city about 45 minutes away from Los Angeles and to my surprise, the infamous Fergie also grew up in the same city as I did. For those who don't know who she is, she sings Fregielicous and Glamorous, which in my opinion are a couple good songs from her including Big Girls Don't cry.
Well I moved here about 5 years ago when I was 11 years young with my mom, stepdad and one of my moms friends that helps us take care of my stepfather.
I am 16 years old, i am an honor student and i attend Wilson high school. I'm not really the athletic type but I hate hate hated pe so much that I joined the waterpolo team.
Before joining the team my social anxiety was pretty much unbearable. It was my first year in public school because my mom thought that I needed to socialize amongst living people that actually breathe in oxygen instead of my online "friends." I was a social outcast when it came to school, all the tables at lunch were full and everyone had they're own little groups that I didn't want to intrude on they're fun just to at least find a friend, so I just stood by the office everyday. Hoping that one day I will actually have enough courage to talk to someone.
Due to my moms paranoia, I wasn't allowed to have a phone or any social media accounts, which sucks because I have around 7k followers on Instagram and it took me a couple month to gain that much. I was bummed at first because every time I went to school, my friends would always ask me if I would ever get a phone so they can invite me to a group chat they created on Kik.
My friends didn't like coming over here, not that i had any friends, but they said my house had a really creepy vibe, at first I didn't think anything of it. Lately I've been hearing scratching on the walls at night and also seeing shadows that walk past my door. Then that's when it hit me to look up the history of this house.
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Haunted
HorrorMoved to a small city thinking nothing of it. Everything was fine at first until you started noticing a few things that were out of the ordinary. I may have gone mad? That would explain why I woke up in a mental hospital. I am writing this because...