Sunday, 15 September 2013

Always Check To See If Your Windows Are Shut.

It all started when the upstairs window was open...
 
    We just moved into this big red old house on the 9th street, next to this abanded school. I was so excited to finally have a new start for once. It was just me,my dad, and my little bother moving into this house after what happend with my mom. My brother is 5 years old, he never knew what actually happened to our mom, he just thinks she passed away after giving birth to him but in reality that wasn't the case and far from the truth...


    It's almost been a week, lifes good. At first I was very unsure of this small town, I just got a bad feeling with everyone starring at you, knowing  everything about you. I have school in two days and I am very nervous from what happened last time when I had school, I dont remember the good things that came with school,just the bad. I hope this year will be different. First day of school, being called names and rude glares because when you are the new kid automatically you have hatred. Why does my brother Malcolm have life so easy, he gets whatever he wants whenever he wants, no name calling or weird stares nothing bad could ever happen to him, and so I thought...


    It's been a month when weird things have started to happen but not just in my house. Things have gone missing, Malcolm kept on getting sick, people have gone missing and the police have no leads. One night at 1 in the morning I woke up to the sound of foot steps coming from one of the bedrooms, and it almost sounded like 5 people walking up and down the hall dragging something behind them. I was curious, but scared, everyone was sleeping and I couldn't wake them up, so it was just me. I went to see what that noise was, to this day I still regret it.


 Eight months later, I'm still in the hospital with my foster family. People keep asking what happened that night and I always say the same thing " The only thing I remember from that night was 5 dark human shadows, which one of them looked like my mother, carrying something sharp, and they were all standing by the open upstairs window."


  

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