A short story about a woman and her sister...who wont stop trying to giver her cluses. But about what?
I lived in a old house with my cats for years but ever since my sister died i've been hearing weird noises coming from her old room. I would go in there to check it out a few times a week when I heard it. But it would always stop when I went into the room. I started to ignore it but the sounds only grew louder as if it wanted me to go into the room and stay there. I was creeped out by it so I locked the room up almost every night but… every time I walked passed her room the door would be open. I paid for one of my friends to board it up for me and he did.. twice. The door would always open back up. I decided it was time for me to move, to get away from all the old memories and start new. A week passed and I was packed and ready to go, the house was cleared and I was about to walk out the door when suddenly I fell backwards. I had hit something, like a barrier in front of my door, I tried to leave again but I couldn't get out. It then downed on me that I haven't actually left the house in a really long time. I tried to remember what year it was but all I could remember was the year my sister died. I put my hand on the barrier and start to question it i had made it out of the house… My sister then shows up standing beside me and I jump. She said “ so you remember now sister, you didn't make it out of this burning house either…” the house then falls into dust and a paper is left behind reading “1998- two sisters were trapped today in a burning building and sadly neither of them survived.”
Meow. Cats are creepy. You should go full creepy supernatural with this. Flesh it out, make a longer story with multiple themes based around dead siblings, old houses and creepy cats. meow.