Chapter 2

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I backed up from the house.

"MOM! I really DON'T like this house. Something doesn't feel right
about this house!"

"Tiffany! Just go upstairs and do your homework and stop causing so much stress with me."

"I'm sorry mom."

"Oh, its okay, don't be beat up over it, I know we are starting over and everything and I can imagine how stressed you are about this." My mom said.

"Thanks for understanding."

I headed upstairs and as I walked into my room I heard a small voice.

"Go away, this is my room" It said in a nasty snarl.

"Must be my imagination" I said to myself.

But then I heard it again..

"Go away, this is my room" It said again in the same nasty snarl. But louder. Not that much though.

"Okay Tiffany, stop messing with yourself," I said to myself

"Go away, this is MY ROOM!" It said for a third time really loud.

"MOM! MOM!" I shout at the top of my lungs. And run out of my room and down the stairs

About halfway down, something throws my off my feet. "AHHHHH!" I shout as I hit the floor and hit my head on the floor and everything slowly goes black...

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