My dad always loved older house but me...I never liked them mostly because I watch horror movies he always tells not to watch cause ill get paranoid but i dont really listen to him.My dad loves houses that were build in the 1800s I though that was kinda werid...But my name is Sylla Im 12...the only girl of 4 brothers. All my brothers are older than me first there's Mason he's 14 My 2nd brother is jameson hes almost outta highschool hes 17 and My 3rd brother is bryson he's 16 and last but not least theres Abrm he lives with us and hes moving in with us and Hes 20 years old he says when he finds the right girl he'll move out...as if we believe him...Anyways Im moving to england I know a long way My dad said this house was build 1753 as if we care...and i bet ur wondering were is ur mom...well we dont talk about it...well atleast they dont talk about I dont what happend nor who my mom is they never talk about her...Right Now Im eating breakfast with my annyonoying brother mason my phone starts ringing ,"Hello" i said as i stood beside the counter,"hello is this Mr.Dillark grargle"someone said,"No this is his daughter"i said,"oh well sweedy can u tell ur farther that the house is all ready for a New owner"she said,"thanks Mrs...."i said,"Mrs.jill u can call me jill honey"she said,"bye"i said,as i got off the phone,"who was that"mason asked,"the lady that sold the house for us"i said,"oh....do u think its haunted"mason asked,"maybe...Idk just dont think that way"i said,"right"mason said,"DAD"i yelled,"what is it sylla"dad said,"The house is up for a new owner"i said,"alright everyone get ready cause were about to go to england"dad said,after everyone got dressed we got to the airport and went on the airplane and headed to england.....
