This Is and Always Will Be My House

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I was around 19 when I cleaned out the attic. I just moved in to a newly bought house in the woods. The owner died and didn’t have any family so no one moved any of his belongings I mostly found old books and photos one photo stuck out to me I don’t know why but I had a uncomfortable feeling about it. I assumed it was the old man who owned it before me and his wife. After I got done in the attic I hung it up as a memorial for them. Later that night i had a house warming party. It was just a couple friends of mine and we just hung out for a few hours. We were sitting on the couch watching TV when one of my friends got up and walked to the kitchen to get a drink. Rummaging through the fridge he grabs a soda and shut s the door to see a bearded man blind in one eye. “you need to get out.” the old man said my friend Adam dropped his drink and the glass shattered on the floor. “what the heck man?” he said angrily. The old man kept chanting you need to get out of here.” “No you need to get out of here.” Adam said throwing a punch at the old man. The old man disappears and Adam slips on the puddle of soda. Adam reach for something to hold onto but grabbed a knife off the counter as he fell. The knife landed in his neck. We hear him fall in the other room and run to make sure he’s ok only to see him laying there with a message on the wall in his blood saying “I told him to get out.” “what’s going on?” I thought to myself. horrified my friend jack called the police “ya need to get down here as soon as ya can.” Jack said walking into my bedroom. Jack looked up to see a man dressed in Victorian clothing looking jack in the eye. Jack dropped the phone and ran for the door. the man rose his arm up and shut the door before Jack could get o...

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...it goes to modern time . I see my friends sitting on the couch. Adam got up and went to the kitchen I tried to stop him but its like he walked right on by like he wasn’t listening. I follow him into the kitchen. to see the bearded man talking to him. I see Adam go to throw the punch at him. I grabbed his arm and he slipped causing his death. I wrote the message as a warning to my friends when they find it. I stand there to see all the nights events happen. I start to smell gasoline. I run to the living room to see Jack pour gasoline on the house. I looked down t my hand and see the knife that killed Adam. “No I can’t.” I thought to myself. After a little bit of a struggle I finally gave in and stabbed him. I threw him in the lake with everybody else. I stayed in the house watching people come and “go”. I came to the terms that this is and always will be my house.

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