When I was a little kid I always felt great in my house. It never felt of. It always felt like home. My parents were there all the time. It was cosy and warm. That changed when I grew up and decided to get my own place and live on my own.
What I didn't know was that living on your own, far away from my parents and friends wasn't that great. I thought it was gonna be fun 'cause I could do what I want but no. That wasn't the case. I was lonely. I didn't have someone to talk to. I didn't have someone to hold me at night. Someone who was there for me whatever I did or whatever happend.
I was alone.
Nothing could change that.
I would just have to wait for someone like that. Maybe the right moment will come but I stopped believing in that a few years ago. It just isn't worth it anymore.
When I first stepped into the new house, I had a strange feeling that came over me almost immediately. I didn't know what it was or what caused the feeling. The only thing I did knew was that there was something about the house that attracted me to it. I had to buy this house and live in it. It was meant for me. I wanted it to let me go but it didn't.
After a few months I started to find my stuff in weird places. I left my keys on the kitchen counter and when I came back it was gone. I had to search my whole house for it and then I finally found them in the fridge. Yes, in the fridge. That's weird right. I just decided to let it go. I doubted that it would happen again.
After a few more months things started to really just disappear for weeks and then I would find it again in a totally different place than where I left it. Things started to really get to me and I didn't know what to do anymore. I started to feel odd and stressed. Like someone was always watching me.
A year passed and everything seemed normal until one night when I was watching TV and I suddenly heard a noise in my kitchen. I just ignored it until I felt something.
I felt something in these walls. It was like a cold air creeping in. I shivered. It chilled me to my bones. Suddenly I heard something down the hall.
"Is someone there?" I asked.
I heard a weird noise. Like someone was trying to talk but all I heard was mumbling. What is this? What is going on?
"Why are you here? Who let you in?" I asked, starting to get a little scared.
I felt it walk around like it owned the place. It never said anything. I guess it was all my fault. I think I let it in.
I had gone into my room and locked my door. It's at my bedroom door. I heard it's footsteps on the floor. It's closer than ever before.
Suddenly the door flew open. Now it's in my room. I felt a cold air creeping through. I hide under my sheets to avoid it. I hear it walk around. It's circling my bedframe.
Now we're face to face, it's head on my pillowcase.
"Darling, you can't stay."
It just kept laying there looking at me. It haunted me for a long time and I was sick of it.
"I never thought that I would feel like this. I'm such a mess when I'm in your presence. I've had enough, I thought you made me sick. I gotta get you outta my system." I said in a silent voice.
It didn't go away and I was really sick of it. I felt like I was going to burst.
"It's my house! And I think it's time to get out! It's my soul! It isn't yours anymore! It's my house! And I think it's time to get out! Yeah, I think it's time to get out! GET OUT! NOW!" I screamed as hard as I could. I stopped screaming but I still heard screams. They were awful. I put my hands over my ears. I started to scream again.
Suddenly everything went silent. I guess it got out.
Hey! Thanks for reading this book. This was just a little story that I made up about My House. I hope you liked it. If you guys like this then I'm gonna do this for other PVRIS songs too so let me know if you did like it. Check out my other stories too.
Thanks again for reading.Ps: I made a little change. Just put the black words together and you will have a sentence. I thought it was fun so I put it in her.
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