The Lake House

Chapter 2:

     Earlier I told my mom I didn't wanna go the lake house. Now I'm packing, how do you think that went? Fantastic. (Me being sarcastic if you couldn't tell.) I seriously hate this lake house with a burning passion. It's the most boring-est place I've been. Not only is is boring, it has powers. As I already told you, I'm not crazy but some weird shit has happened in that house. My mom never really notices, I feel like I'm the only one that is sane and see's what's happening in this hell hole.

    Last year around the same time we came to the same camp. It wasn't until last year I never hated the house, but now I despise it. Everywhere there seems to be supernatural activity, like ghosts, hundreds and hundreds of movies are made about ghosts and the supernatural. But walking into it is a completely different story.

   Last year we decided to go to the house for a week, which is longer than we usually stay. Everything was going pretty fine

   By this point, you probably think I'm crazy, that's okay, because at the end of the story, you won't think I'm crazy anymore.

   Once we got to the lake house last year, one of the old wood windows had what looked like to be red paint on it, let me tell you later we figured out it was blood. Crazy I know. My mom didn't seem to shocked that there was freaking blood on the window written out in her name, "Jamie." She just casually went inside grabbed a rag and a bucket full of dirty faucet water and just cleaned it off the window. She just told me it was paint, but I'm not an idiot, paint just doesn't look that disgusting. Why was it written in her name? Why did she nonchalantly clean it? Has it happened before?

   Later that evening, the sky was the same color as the windows where that same morning. The sky was fading from red to orange to pink to dark purple. The only reason I like this lake house was the view it had. What a beautiful sight that it was, it made me become peace with myself and my surroundings, I will never forget that feeling I had that night before everything changed for the worse.

   During that night, everything was so peaceful, expect my amazing ego, the ladies need to settle down I know. All you could hear for miles, was the tree's rustling in the wind, and the crickets chirping away.

"BANG!"

    What the hell was that? As I was laying in my old-ass bed, my heart started to beat, faster and faster...The trees and the crickets became muffled under the sound of my own heart beat. It's 1:23 in the morning, no one should be up except me. I decided to get up and check if my brother was sleep walking again, which I highly doubt he was. As I begun to walk to the kitchen, good thing I wasn't trying to be quiet, because those damn floor boards were as loud as you would think old floorboards would be. As I walked through the kitchen nothing seemed to be out of place or different. As I started to walk back to my room, I noticed that my mom's favorite recliner was missing. Which was pretty weird. As I looked around for it, I noticed something was on the ceiling, as I rose my head to see what it was, it was what looked like to be the chair, floating. But as I rubbed my eyes to see if I was hallucinating, it was right back on the ground where I saw it. That was only one unexplained phenomenon.

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   "James!!!!! Get your ass down here!!!! We're gonna leave without you!!!!" My mom screamed at me from downstairs.

   Well would that be such a bad thing if they left without me? I would just rather say home, and do nothing all day, instead of going to the crusty, old lake house and do stupid shit only my mom is interested in doing. Example is going outside and painting the view or fishing like no, I'd rather not turn into a soccer mom by the time I'm 20. I get it's suppose to be a family vacation where everyone gets away from the world, to clear their mind, but why does it have to be for a week?