New Start, Remember? (Short Story)

I carried my first box into the new house, it was raining. I set the soaking wet box down carefully. I looked around the house. It had dark brown espresso wood floors that creaked with every step. The walls were painted a ugly green snot color. Whatever. I thought to myself. This house, in the middle of nowhere, was my new beginning. I had a rough past. As I was lost in thought, thinking about my awful past, my mother bumped into me. I jumped.

"Why are you standing in the middle of the door way Victoria?" she asked, well yelled, while caring a armful of boxes.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

A crack of lightening lit up the family room. I picked up my box. I walked up the squeaking stairs and down the hallway, out of my mothers way. As I reached my room's doorway, I stopped dead in my tracks. Fear and panic filled me. "MOM!" I screamed. Within a few seconds. she was at my side. She gasped. The walls of my room were splattered with redish brown paint. It resembled the color of blood.

"Hm. I guess we will have to paint. I don't want to keep that green color downstairs anyways." she continued to rant to herself as she walked down stairs.

Paint, just paint. Why am I stressing so much? New start, remember? I silently thought to myself. I set the box in the middle of my room and went back out side into the pouring rain. Before I turned around, a flash a lightening lit up my room. I could of sworn I saw a figure in the corner of my room. My eyes basically popped out of my head. Another flash, the figure wasn't there this time. I shook my head and laughing to myself at my foolishness as I trotted down the stairs and outside to grab the rest of the boxes.