Gone
Today was the day, the day I was moving into this new home,and new school. I barely had any neighbors except a house down at the end of the street. This house looked like nobody had lived there for years.
It was my first day of school, and I had walked into my first class while everyone stared at me as if I was crazy. There was a seat left open next to a girl all the way in the back. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. You could tell by the way she acted that she wasn’t very popular, but very friendly. I sat down and she leaned over and said, “Hi i’m Taylor, what’s your name?” “Uh, hello, i’m Rebecca.” I said shyly. “Well, welcome and it’s nice to meet you!” she whispered. “Thank you!”, I said, which made me feel more comfortable. The teacher, Mrs.Morgan was calling out attendance. She stopped as she rumbled upon my name. She said, “Looks like we have a new student, Rebecca Smith, please stand up and introduce yourself.” I stood up slowly while everybody watched me. I said, “Hi, my name is Rebecca Smith, I just moved here this past weekend, I went to Springfield High School in Seattle and i’m looking forward to this new school year at Valley Heights.” Later that day I came home, unpacking all of my clothes, which Taylor decided she wanted to join me. As we were putting my clothes away, I was staring at the house next door through the window into to the house across the street through the top window. As I noticed a person wearing black has showed up, then slowly faded away. My heart raced and I quickly turned to Taylor and asked, “What’s up with that house across the street?” She replied, “Nobody really knows, it’s unknown.” “We should sneak over there tonight.” I said wondering. She looked at me, shockingly, and thinking what am I doing. She said, “Okay, but were not staying long!” After it had gotten dark, we got out our flashlights and snuck over. It was late, and the cold wind was blowing, and the air was foggy, making it hard to see. The house was fenced around, besides for the entrance, the fog had cleared away slowly. There was a sign hanging up saying, “NO TRESPASSING.” We just walked right passed it. We tried walking around to see if we could see anything, but nothing. So we walked up to the front door, and before we could turn the knob, it slowly began to open. Taylor and I looked at each other terrified. We were already in anyways. We turned on the flashlight and turned it towards the inside of the house. It was silent for awhile, all we had saw so far was spiders and webs in the corners of the wall, and a rotting scent. It was pretty empty besides this giant portrait hanging from the wall of an old man. As we kept walking through the house, we heard footsteps, and BAM! the portrait had fallen. We turned quickly, looking back we noticed this black cat. We calmed down, assuming it had fallen from this cat. As we continued walking down these long hallways, and up the steep staircases, we saw dem flickering lights coming from the top of the stairway. We made our way up, when we got to the door, we heard noises but weren’t able to figure out what it was. We opened the door and there was a rocking chair in the middle of the room with a record player sitting in it, and it was playing the same song over, and over again. I turn toward Taylor in panic but noticed she was gone, and the closet door had slammed. I ran over to the door, twisting and pulling the knob, but it wasn’t opening. She was yelling for help but I didn’t know what to do. So I left to go get help. When I came back, the door was opening, and she was gone..
By Sydni Callahan
