Happy Haunting

CHAPTER 1: Moving Day

"Well, this is an experience I'd rather not be having." My stomach was swirling and my head was spinning. I wouldn't describe these phenomenons as ideal for your first day in a new home, but nevertheless, this was my bus stop. I whistled and a sheer sound escaped my lips, signaling the driver to slow to a stop. I dropped some quarters and a nickel into a jar he had on the dash, and stepped out into the small fishing town of Puffin Cove. The air was thick with the scent of the salty ocean water, which I took in and appreciated for a brief moment before looking straight ahead, or should I say dead ahead, as the sight I beheld was the creaky home that was to be my abode for the next few years. Taking a glance around the town from what I could see at the highest point in the little community, I embarked towards the house ahead. 'Here we go.' I thought to myself, pushing open the door.
"Ah, you've arrived." The voice came from the lanky, shaking elderly man standing in the wide, humid parlour. "Was this the wrong door?" I asked skeptically. "No, sir. Whatever could you mean?" I looked at the man blankly.
"I don't know, I had assumed that the main doorway would lead to some sort of foyer?"
He frowned slightly at that and looked past me and to the lawn, before turning. "And I expect you've already taken the tour we offer?"
He tapped his foot impatiently, it was clear that his biggest desire was to leave this house as soon as he had the ability. "Yes, sir. I know all that there is to know, you can leave if you must."
He turned and took two long strides, reaching the doorway quickly. "Very well, then. And I trust you'll be able to unpack all of this without my help?"
"Yes, sir. I don't have a very high quantity of things, as you can see." At that, I pointed to a small stack of boxes in the corner. There were six, or maybe seven. I had taken most of my things, like my CD's and my old Gameboy games, as well as my sewing supplies and other items, like clothes and electronic apparatus. "Very well. Goodbye."
And he left me to move in.
I had begun unpacking when I felt a sudden feeling of a sort of discomfort, unease washing over me. I felt something was off, and aside from the house not being furnished, everything was normal, thus making this feeling unjustifiable. I supposed I was just nervous because it was a new home to adjust to, and also because it was a well-aged building. Moss lined the outside and the grass had grown so unbearably tall that it could be considered a different type of terrain all together, it was truly an eyesore. I started feeling worse, like I didn't belong here and that I wouldn't be able to handle this feeling. I felt sick, so I took a break and started writing in a diary I had purchased multiple days before I had changed my residence. I wrote:
" I've no idea what's happening in this house, but I'm beginning to feel sick, and I keep seeing things from the corners of my eyes. I'm beginning to ponder the possibility that the house may have a negative air to me because I am nervous about moving in, but at the same time, I feel that everything has a negative air recently. I've been talking to some psychologists and it has been helping, but ever since I first planned this move I've been feeling worse and worse to the point where it's making me feel like I have a bad stomach flu, I think I'm going to throw up. Whether stress is at fault or it's simply me making futile attempts to fight my thoughts, something is not right about this move. I'll try to write again tomorrow.
July 9, Sunday, 2017 "
I had just finished writing and had flipped the switch on my Gameboy when, to my sheer horror, I heard a thunk from the stairs, in the hallway outside the room. My heart dropped and I screamed as someone turned the corner.
Welcome to the life of yours truly, Lee Collin, also known as the man who may have purchased a haunted home.

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