a young boy stumbles across a abandon house in the woods he was playing in. he has never seen this house before. He was questioning how he has never seen it before. The boy walks around to the front and opens the door leading in. He scans the inside looking for any sighs of life still question how he has never seen this house he goes home. The next day he brings his friend to the house. The house wasn't there like it magically disappeared. The boy argues about how there was a house here but the friend disagrees and runs to his house. The boy goes back to his house and falls asleep. The boy suddenly wakes up to a distinct voice saying something he wasn't quiet able to make out. He gets out of bed and slap a toward the noise. He had a bad feeling something was bad was happening but continued to walk towards the voice. In shock he looks at the house he stumbled across the day before. He was just there couple hours before and it wasn't there. He thought to himself something isn't right...this house wasn't here couple hours ago... he was confused and didn't know what to do. He finally decided to go inside the house. He searched everything except the celler. He has always been afraid of cellers and basements he always thought they were eary and creepy looking. He gulped and opened the door to the cellar. He slowly creeped down the stairs cautiously checking his surrounding. He ran into a dangling switch and pulls it. the cellar light came on he was amazed that the house had electricity. He walks around the cellar finding nothing until he turned around facing a woman in a rocking chair. She was dressed up in a formal outfit from the 1800s she was rocking a baby back and forth whispering something the boy wasn't able to make out what she was saying so he approached her putting his hand on her shoulder "hello miss are u okay" the woman looked up at him. She had a distorted face words can't describe how she looked. The woman screams "U SHOULDN'T BE HERE LITTLE ONE" everything went silent.. the boy vanished nothing left behind....
