The Hunted HouseA Story by AnexiRumors can be a bad thing, but what happens when the rumor you start just to make friends is actually true?Moving into a new house was nothing new to me; I was used to
it by now. My mother always said moving was an adventure, but I knew the real
reason for it all, she was running away. She had packed the bags one night woke
me up and ran out of the house with me in her arms. The last thing I really
remember was my father yelling at the cab driver to stop the car and saying he
would find us. Since then, we never stayed in one place for long, we’d live
there for a few months, then pack and move again. This time we were moving to a
really old house that mom said only needed a little TLC, but it was the biggest
under-stament she had ever come up with. It was late into the night the house was an old frame house
with the wood looking rioted, the grass was over grown and hadn’t been cut in
what seemed like years, there was an old tire swing that hung from a big tree
in the front yard, and the only light that we were given was the lone street
lamp the stood at the corner of the sidewalk. “I’m sure it’ll look different in the morning Christina.” My
mother said noticing the grim look that I held on my face. I only nodded and
walked up to the porch with her following close behind me and pulled out the
key from her hand bag. When she opened the door it smelt of dust, strong
perfume, and bleach. I felt my nose wrinkle as the smells hit me the moment I
walked in. “Why do old people’s houses always smell the worst?” I complained causing mother to give me a
sharp glare. “Enough with the complaints Christina we’ll open some windows and
let it air out, until then I don’t want to hear another word from you until you
actually give this place a chance.” She ordered. “Yes ma’am.” I whispered
and walked up to my room bag in tow behind me. At least it was a big house and
not a small apartment like what we normally lived it with very, loud, neighbors. So I got to pick out my
room. Once I reached the top I opened up all the doors and window just to get
the smell out, then one by one I looked into the rooms and picked which one I liked
the best. It was a large room all the way in the back of the house,
quite, alone, and just the way I liked it. I was a loner of a child I liked my
space and I didn't want to be bothered. There was already a queen bed in place
a book case on the wall near the door way, a desk under the window, a dresser,
and a trunk at the foot of the bed. I could feel a smile pull at my lips this
space was all mine. Throwing my trunk on the bed I began to unpack and place
everything in its proper place. ‘Mom did say that they had someone come up and
clean the sheets for us so I guess I can just crawl in and sleep.’ I thought
feeling my eyes grow heavy. Just as sleep was about to claim me a large leather
bound book fell to the floor with a great THUD. I simple ignored it being too
tired to walk all the way over and pick it up. So I curled in the covers and
fell into a deep sleep. I really wish I’d picked that book out that night for I had
no idea what horror lied for me until it was too late. © 2012 AnexiAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 29, 2012 Last Updated on October 29, 2012 AuthorAnexiAboutBeen a writer for a few years; mostly fan fiction and I just started writing my own stories. I'm a nice person who is still learning how to write. I love video games,reading, and music. I'm sorry if I.. more..Writing
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