Every house has secrets, but out of all the houses in the world, this house is occupied by ghosts. Half of the time, my mother isn’t home and I beg and plead her to stay home because of the strange noises I hear when she's gone. The floor creaks as if there is someone in her room, and no, it’s not the cats. The footsteps are heavy, not light. I’m scared to use the bathroom at night so I stay under the sheets, thinking I’m somehow protected from whatever lurks out in the hallway. When I was in middle school, I would wake up every night like clockwork with nosebleeds in the middle of the night it would coat my sheets. I would sit up in bed at night and feel as though someone was watching although I couldn't see anything.
