The House on Terrance Street

I felt the cool wind brush my cheek as I entered the building, an extreme rush of emotion hit me. It went from sadness to happiness to love to hatred, then to a feeling of numbness. It was like a whole life of emotion hit me in one second, I felt like throwing up. I took my bags, leaving the door open for my sister. I walked into the parlor and set them, down. I walked back into the hall way, there on the floor was a triangle, scratched brutally in the wood, like someone's nails.
"Marie!" I yelled, I looked toward the door, it was closed. "Marie. if this is a joke I swear I"ll," The front door opened and Marie stepped in.
"What? I heard you screaming my name from the car," She looked where the triangle is. "Uh, why are you staring at the ground?" She looked at me like I was crazy.
"They're is a triangle right there, scratched in the wood" I looked back down to see nothing.
"Jeez, you're loosing it." Marie walked into the parlor to drop off the rest of the bags.
"What was that?" I whispered to myself.