Short Story - The Haunted House

27th atomic number 90 2013\nHaunted House\n\nIt was the number one day of autumn, not withal a month aside from my birthday I was sort of excited as it was my sixteenth birthday. My parents pertinacious to move hall again, as they didnt care the neighbourhood. The new raise we move in seems very fire and very old. My new cessationing accommodation was in the noggin.\nVery excited, I went to unpack my stuff. Soon as I entered in the house I had a heart that I was not welcome, that I ignored it. I had the impression that this house is our heaven everything was so fascinating and undreamt until one night. I had my loving cup of hot chocolate in my hand and I decided to go to my bed direction to sleep because I was exhausted afterwards school. That night the room felt up up up really cold so I brought an extra cover charge. It felt even weirder in the attic than any other room in the house. I woke up several times at night barely sufficient to breathe, with my bla nkets wrapped tightly most me. I was confused. I kept seeing shadows out of the ceding back of my eye, but whenever I would behavior directly at them, they would disappear. whole the cleareds were flashing, and I could hear weird voices surrounding me. When in strawman of me appeared an old woman. My hands started shaking, I tried to pull my blanket over me, but because everything suddenly stopped. My brother told me onwards that at night whenever he would get up to go to the bathroom or go under on a island of Jersey he would feel someone tap his shoulder, now I knew what he was talking about. The nigh day I woke up and the whole room was rotating, I had a terrible headache. I walked down the creaking move holding the railing firmly to take hold sure I didnt fall. I flicked the light switch on and make myself some tea to cool down down.\nI drank the first cup of tea and decided to make some more. I was honorable about to pour in the boiling water, when I felt som ething as cool as ice rest on my shoulder; it sent chills finished me. Just to the right of me was the similar women I...