Haunted House...

NARRATIVE ESSAY

Haunted house

     It was a beautiful day of summer. Me and my family were moving to a new house in Pennsylvania. At the first look the house seems to be very comfortable. I looked  up and saw my new bedroom, it was in the attic.

    Delighted ,I went to unpack my things. Since I entered in the house I had the feeling that I was not very welcome… and I`d better go. “Nevermind” (I said in my mind).. I had the impression that this house is our “heaven”…Everything was beautiful until one night…  I had my  cup of hot chocolate in my hand and I was going to my bedroom to sleep because I felt tyred. The first night I slept in that room, the cold drafts from the windows told me I should have brought an extra blanket. It felt even weirder in the attic room than any other room in the house. I woke up several times at night barely able to breathe, with my blankets wrapped tightly around me.  I was confused.. What happened? I would see shadows lurking outside out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I would look directly at them, they would disappear.  All the lights were open and flashing… and I could hear many voices around me.. when in front of me appeared an old women .My hands trembled and  I tried hard to pull my blanket over me.. then

.. EVERYTHING suddenly stop!! My brother used to tell me that at night whenever he would get up to go to the bathroom or put on a T-shirt he would fell somebody poking at his sides, now I knew what he was talking about. (At that time I thought that he was probably making fun of me) The next day I woke up and the  whole room was rotating.. I had a terrible headache..  I walked down the creaking steps grasping the railing firmly to make sure I didn’t fall. I flicked the light switch on and tiptoed toward the cabinet with the tea ingredients. Once I had made myself some tea I quickly clambered toward the dining table to drink.

    I drank the first cup of tea briskly and decided to make some more. I was just about to pour in the last ingredient, when I felt something as cool as ice rest on my shoulder; it sent chills through me. Just to the right of me was the same women I saw in my room with short white hair and wrinkling face. She had a ugly smile and reached out to grab the teacup. Her brittle fingernails scraped against the back of my hand. She was dressed in old Victorian period clothing, and had yellow teeth. She also had a locket on which had been engraved the initials JRS.I quickly ran and scream” Mooom Mooom? Where are you?” I looked back and suddenly I hit a warm chest.”Mooom” I said embracing her. With the corner of the eye I could see my father sweeping something up on the other side of the room. When I asked him what he was sweeping up, he told me that he had found one of our teacups shattered on the floor this morning. After I heard this I told my whole family what had happened with me last night.

    They made me tell them every little thing that I remembered from last night. We ended up writing to the local newspaper about our house. A few weeks after the newspaper had been published we received a call from the former owners of the house. They gave us some pretty interesting information. Many people had died in the house, they said, and that was probably the reasoning behind the appliances seeming to have minds of their own. The woman, they said, whom I had seen that night was their grandmother, she had died in the kitchen over 50 years ago of a heart attack. They knew it was their grandmother when they read the part in the story about the locket initialing JRS, because they said she never took that locket off. It had been her mother’s, whose name was Jane Renee Smith. When a ghost expert got a hold of my story he told me that the reason her ghost had showed up was most likely because ghosts tend to show up when you are doing something that was considered their responsibility. In this case, the grandmother still thought that the making of the tea was still her responsibility.

I didn`t want to live there any second.. I packed  my things immediately and go.. We moved to our grandparents and in about 5 months later our house was sold. We didn’t tell the new owners of our experiences, we figured it’d be better if they found out about them for themselves.

P.S: E o poveste mai lunga, insa imi place intr`un mod special!