The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

5.

I froze at the sound of foot steps as lightning filled the sky.

There seems to be a storm here way too often. I slowly got out of bed, determined to find out what was going on upstairs. The floor creaked as my weight balanced between the wooden boards. I slowly made my way to the living room.

Once there I stood before the red carpeted stairs. I quietly walked up them, thankfully the lights didn't flicker as I made my way to the door.

I was now standing before the old wooden entrance. I grabbed the door knob, sucking in a sharp breath. I pushed the door in as it opened completely. It was pitch black but the window right across the room illuminated the small area making it not as difficult to see. I searched for a light switch but couldn't find one, I was very tempted to shut the door and go back down stairs like nothing had happen but I knew I couldn't do that. I took my phone out of my pants pocket, turning on the flashlight and scanning the room with it. The only things I could make out were a twin size bed and a full length mirror. Just as I was about to give up and leave, my light landed in the corner of the room where someone I never thought I would actually see was.

My breath caught in my throat as a pale, tall, white, beautiful girl with long, dark hair stood with piercing blue eyes staring right at me. I stood there in utter shock, so did she. I blinked several times, not believing what I was seeing. It couldn't be, I thought as lighting flashed in front of her. When the light left her so did she, she was gone...

But where? Just as I thought that someone knocked my phone out of my hand. I let out a scream as it screamed for me to leave and I obeyed, leaving my phone behind and running down the stairs without a second thought.

I quickly ran to my room, cursing at myself for not shutting the damn door behind me. I curled up in bed and turned off the lights and tried to sleep. It was hard after what had just happened upstairs. I had just seen Anna Sexton for the first time and she doesn't seem to like me either.

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The next morning I woke up to a pounding headache. I rolled around in bed trying to get it to stop or at least ease up but it had a mind of it's own. I finally got up out of bed and headed for the kitchen to try and find some Advil. As I inter the kitchen everything from last night slowly starts to come back. How Anna knocked my phone out of my hand and how she screamed at me to leave. I grab the bottle of Advil and sit down at the table trying to think of a way I could get my phone back.

I decide I'll just look up ways on the internet, even though it'll probably be a bunch of bullshit. I need something though because I'm clueless about ghosts. I go on Google and type in the search bar, 'how to keep ghosts away'. Thankfully a whole bunch of sites appeared.

I click on one, reading through some of the things you can do. One being to paint around your doors and roof blue so the ghost will think it's water because it's believed in some countries that ghosts can't cross water. Another article said to wear a cross necklace, it's said to keep away ghosts and demons. I read through more before closing the computer and heading to my room.

I search my closet for a small wooden box, I throw clothes and sheets to the side as I looked for the box in a hurry. Once I grasp it in my hand I take it over to my bed and open it carefully digging through the gold and silver chains until I spot what I am looking for. I take out the cross pendant and fasten it behind my neck.

I used to attend church when I was younger but lately I haven't, not after we moved to New York. Everything changed once we moved, in good ways, yes but bad memories still followed us even when we left behind so much.

I hurried up the stairs, trying not to think too much about what I was doing because I knew if I did I would regret it and chicken out. As I neared the door, I opened it. The door was already cracked open since I forgot to shut it last night. I go in looking around, I could finally see everything and thankfully there wasn't any sign of Anna. A small bed was set off to the corner, the full length mirror I saw last night was standing on the opposite side of the room and the window was partly boarded up -some pieces of the wood had fallen down and were resting on the floor below. I step forward and my right foot kicks something sitting on the floor. I look down to see I had kicked my phone, I pick it up thanking God it hadn't cracked. After having one last look at the room I shut the door behind me and went down stairs.

"That wasn't so bad." I said to myself just as the door bell rang.

{A/N}

It's so short and crappy I'm so sorry

But once my other FanFiction Psycho Sitter is over then I'll be starting another story!