My Story

Unknown

Hello, My name is, Unknown.

and this is my story.

everything that you are about to read is true, I couldent find another way of telling my story... so here I go.

lets start from the beginning...

Hi, my name is Unknown.

I am 13 years of age..

I have 6 siblings and IM the middle child. 

I go to a place I like to call hell, middle school..

A long time ago when I was younger my life was horrible...

my mom was Married and had 3 kids. those where my 3 older siblings wich I cant name so Ill make up names for them

John whos 20 hes the oldest, Bri whos 18, and Scott whos 14.

after my mom had those kids she got divorced..

then she got Married again, but with MY Dad..

she then had Me, my little brother joey, and my little sisters Hope and Faith.

So yeah. im the middle child..

but Bri my older sister dident like the change.. when I was born she instantly hated my guts..

she thought of me as the child from the evil guy who stole our mom from her dad.

wich isent true at all.

but sense she hated me my whole life was horrible..

when I was younger she used to push me down stairs and made me do stuff I dident want to do..

she was 5 when I was born, so she was pushing me around and stuff when I was 4 and she was 9.

but when I turned 5... everything got worse... horrible things happend to me that Id rather not tell right now.. 

well when I was 5 joey was born. and then Faith was too. and my parents dident pay much attention to me..

so Bri could do whatever she wanted to me and they wouldent see it..

she would pull my hair, throw toys at me, push me around... it was horrible..

In the past though, we used to live in some Rather Strange houses..

Im talking Demonds, and possessions..

we lived in this house and the Adress was 1031 Elm st. Ironic huh?

I haunted house on Elm street.

its a real house too. go ahead and look it up on google maps! its in michigan which is where I lived when I was younger.

I still have nightmears about that house..

The story behind it was that when My parents bought the house there was some Ancient stones from indians there..

well, our construction worker moved them... and let me say.. those indians werent so happy about that...

Toys without batteries would go off, and if a Firealarm went off.. then we were in trouble...

because whenever a firealarm went off something terrible would happen..

More writing comming.. like my book about my life?