The house on windows creek

The other side"that can mean many different things to many different people. I learned what it was the hard way. To bad it was the day I almost died. Or did I.

1 week earlier....

Living in new Orleans can be a drag sure it's parties are fun and the jazz is great but I was ready to move on. Their I was sitting in front of my house waiting for the movers van to come. I was off to windows creek some place in North Carolina. I never heard of it but the letter that came in the mail sure knew where it was.

Dear Ms.Ceballos read the letter,it is my greatest sympathy to inform you that your grandmother has passed away. She had left you her house in windows creek 1221sw creek. Once again, I sympathize sincerely N.C Hospital. That was the last of gramma. She only visited once a year and some people hardly saw her but I thought she was a sweet old lady. "Hey Miranda" that was an old friend of mine Lina . I knew Lina  since the 5th grade. "Hey what's up" I replied with a smile.Im  going to miss you she said looking down trying to hold back her tears.well you can always visit me you know i wont be far away i assured and said sarcasticy.I glanced to the side realizing the movers van was packing my things.'well take care of yourself girl'. we both huged and i watched as she turned the corner and disappereard.it was strange leaving like this everything was happining so fast.My grams dying,the letter in the mailbox and me moving.It was crazy but i figured it was just a new adventure.I jumped into my candy apple red caddi and drove off looking back at my house once more and smelling the New Orleans aroma one last time.The drive was very tireing i was just ready to get to the house and sit back to relax.

Chapter2

I was finally here at windows creek population 415.As i drove down the road i noticed everyone so dumb and dull.They seemed like zombies walking about with nopurpose or meaning.Thet were showing restful expressions.Walking out my car to ask for directions I noticed evryone staring me down like a new toy on christmas but with no exitment but hateful looks.i walked into a buliding and was greetd by sherif Hadley. 'hey there you must be Ms.c

I heard you was coming down here.....welcome. thank you I replied as i stared him down.He was about 6'5 with a long black beared and a bald head.There was a moment of silence.i followed his police cruser to the house and as we arrived i had a sence of dread.I pareked and got out the car 'its a shame about your grandma she was a good lady'the sherif said with a smirk.'thanks' i replied staring at the house.It was an old two story house with broken windows.Other then that it was in pretty good shape.It had a chimney,patio with rocking chairs and an old oak tree outfront with a grave stone that read 'here lays chip'.I asked the sherif who chip was 'it was her dog he said as we stepped inside.The inside of the house was amazing.It had a chandeler,piano,big mirrors,candels and some furniture which was amazing.The arom smelt of pine coans and cinnimon.'you mind if i use the bathroom hadely said.'umm no go haead if you can find it i said with a small giggle.I procieded tothe living room.There was the fireplace and a liqure bar.i sat down on the light brown and white couch looking around then i heared it 'whispers'. i thought to myself as i walked around the house and then something caused me to stop... i heared it again whispers' as i got closer they began to get louder.In the guest room hung a portrit of a man. i creeped closer to it and they got even louder.i placed my ear againt it and listned...OUT!!!! it said.. OUT OUT GET OUT!!!! i pused closer to the wall and it all went quite then BANG!! GET OUT!! the wall shook as if some one was in back of it and banging on it.GET OUT!! i ran out the room only to run into the sherif 'you ok' he asked looking confused. 'you didnt here that' i asked 'here what' he argued. nothing never mind. alright then he said. you need any help unpacking. 'no but thank you' 'are you sure' he asked yes im sure i said. alright then. we walked to the door as i glanced back to the room.well if you need anything you know where to find me he said. ok thank you.. bye. 'bye' he said.I locked the door turend aound and then it hit me...........i was ALONE..

Chapter 3
Feeling the tension of being alone hit me hard. it was just a feeling I couldn't get threw my head. The whispers I heard earlier I just couldn't comprehend. Maybe it was just the feeling of being in a new home new environment. As I proceeded to the living room I felt this sense of dread and overwhelming tension.My heart beat was pounding by the minute and the hairs on my arms stood up the closer I got.I felt cold and weary just by the thought of it.