Death has been following me for awhile now, it all began two years ago when I moved to this weird place, the house looked like it belongs in a horror movie,
it was just me and my mom she said I would have fun living here but I knew something was wrong, in about two weeks school starts, I wasn't looking forward to it, there were no other kids who lived on the same block, only elderly people and they did not like kids at all or new people,
as we unloaded the moving truck a cat ran across our yard I don't know why but I feel as if I have seen that cat before, I was told to put a box labeled stuff In the attic, but while in the attic I found a weird chest but the lock on it was missing from it, I decided to go take a look in it,
There was nothing in it but a piece of paper with nothing written on it I quickly put the piece of paper in my pocket because my mom called for me,
As we unloaded the last of the stuff out of the truck a dog came up and bit my hand, by the time I turned towards the dog it was gone.
It had became darker and I didn't notice it, I was to busy unpacking my stuff and putting it away, my mom called me down for dinner,
So how much did you get unpacked, quite a bit but still have a lot more to do, that's good so do you know what you are going to wear the first day of school, I'm not sure i mean I still have a while longer tell school starts.
