“Mom, I'm home. Where are you?”




These were my exact words about 14 years ago. I had just gotten back from school

that day. My mom was always there and dad got home early. We were suppose to go out

for an ice cream after school. That surely wasn't happening.




As I walk up the creaky stairs, I hear nothing. I am starting to get the goosebumps. This

was not me. I finally started to run. I could feel it in my gut that something was wrong.


“MOM!!!”




As I walk in the room, I see my mom lying on the floor. A gun shot wound to the

head. As I walk to the bathroom, my dad was lying on the ground. A gun shot would to the leg and

heart. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was sobbing, not able to see. My eyes were full of tears. I

tried to grab the phone. As I talked to the operator, she told me to grab my mom and dad's

wrist to see if they were breathing. I walked over and touched both of their wrists. No pulse at

all. The lady was nice enough to stay on the phone with me until the officers and

ambulances got there. I was alone sitting on the ground next to my parents bodies.




I don't remember much after that, maybe them taking me out of the house. It got a little

blurry after that. I was taken to the hospital. They tried to get a hold of some relatives,

but as I already knew, none of them were going to want to take me. I was then put in a n

orphanage until the age of 18. Now I am 27 and am living in the same house, that my parents

were murdered in.


I still don't really know why I bought the house. I had a really tight budget, and I saw

that the house was for sale. It had been re-done. Figured that I would be able to toughen it

out. Now I understand that there is no way I can, but I also have no way to escape.


Now I suppose I shall tell you what I started this story for. No one believes me. They all

think I have gone crazy, but I swear I haven't. I am as normal as anyone else. Just have

something weird that is going on with me. That is all. Well here it goes.


I bought the house, when I was 20. I had an apartment before this but the people

inside of it were not that nice. I figured it was time for me to move on, and get my own place.

So I decided to set up an appointment to look at the house. It had been refurnished. The

owners had put in new windows. The furniture was all leather and came with the house. There

was all new stainless steel appliances. The upstairs had a new office, with a laptop. They

even offered me that. I was now starting to get suspicious, but let it go. We then went to the

master bedroom, where my parents had been, well you know. On the floor, I could see my

mother, lifeless. I shook the picture out of my head. It had a king size bed and brand new, well

almost everything was brand new. In the bathroom was a new jacuzzi tub, and a glass

shower. It was a walk through. I was already loving the house. All the furniture and everything

came with it so I thought it would be dumb of me not to buy it. Also the price that they had was

really low for all the renovations they had done. Not my problem though. I put in an offer and

maybe an hour later was called up and told that I had the house.


So after a few days of moving in, I was finally settled. All alone in a big house. I was

doing good for about the first two weeks in the house. Then weird things started to happen.

The first was in the morning when I woke up. I did the routine of taking a shower, getting

dressed and going down for breakfast. This morning was omelet morning. I started to cut up

some green and red peppers. As I turned around to grab a knife, it sounded as if

someone was whispering behind me. As I turned around, I saw a faint shadow of a man in a

tux. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen you could say. The thing then turned around, looked me dead in the eyes and said my name. Goosebumps rose up the back of my neck. Then spread to the rest of my body.

I screamed. I looked again to notice that he was gone.


Scared to death I threw all the dishes in the sink, grabbed my keys and left. I came back

home around 8:00 pm. All I could see was the darkness of the house. I walked in turned on all the

lights and slept down in the living room on the couch.


The next encounter happened actually the next day. I was making an omelet, since I had

missed mine the other morning. I was cutting up the things I always had in it. Green and red

pepper, ham, a little chicken, and TONS of cheese. I am a cheese lover as

you might have guessed. As I walked over to the pan, I noticed that the pan was already on

and had the egg in it. I hadn't done that yet so I was a bit confused. I just decided to let it go. I

really didn't want to think about it. I then heard a high pitch scream from down stair and at

least 2 gun shots. I was now starting to freak out. Very loudly I heard footsteps coming

down the stairs. I looked at the bottom to see who it was. There was no one. I then watched in

amazement as the door opened and then slammed shut. Now I started to think. I started for

the stairs and then walked up them. As I walked I could smell gun powder. It was coming

from the master bedroom. When I walked in, I saw something unusual. There was a scatter of

blood on the wall. I walked over and noticed that it was very fresh. Once again, for the second

day in a row, I was scared for my life. When I turned around I saw to white figures at the door.

To tell you the truth they looked familiar to me. I really didn't know who they were at that

second. As I started to walk closer they disappeared.


Other things started to happen to that weren't as bad, but bad enough for me. When I slept at night, I

would wake up in a cold sweat. It had almost felt like I had a heater hitting me straight on. I then was also hearing

whispering of people talking and people would touch me on the shoulder or hand. It was kinda starting to

freak me out. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I would get up and just leave because the house frightened me

so much. It may sound babyish but why don't you go live in the house that your parents were murdered in, not saying that they were though. So I had been staying at a hotel, and finally decided that I had to confront this.. this thing. I was dreading going back to the building, but I suppose it was for the best. As I walked in through the front door I noticed that there was things everywhere. Rips in the furniture, there was food everywhere, the walls had been painted with what looked like mustard, and when I walked in the master bedroom I just about wanted to faint. My room was, well ruined. I didn't know what had happened. Before I had left everything was fine, but now, it... it was...... HORRIBLE!!! I officially didn't know what to do.

I walked downstairs, and started to scream and yell for them to come out and confront me. I all of a sudden saw something flash right by my head. I jumped but turned around to see what it was. It was an all black figure, not like the ones I had seen before. It had no eyes, just dark black holes that lead into his face. He had no smile just a straight face, and when he opened his mouth he had the most terrifying voice. The worst I have ever heard. It was as if he were a......demon. He said plain and simple “GET OUT!!!.” Then he disappeared, into the air around me. After those few days I started to be afraid to stay in the house, once again, but I knew that there was more to the story then that.

About two days later as I walked up the stairs it felt as if I had been touched on the shoulder. As I turned around, I was pushed down the stairs. I tumbled and rolled. I was in much pain. As I got up I looked at the head of the stairs and saw the black figure looking at me. He spoke again. “I've told you once to get out and that was your only warning. Now you shall feel the wrath of me!!” I didn't speak back to him. As before he vanished.

In the next few days much happened. I was getting things thrown at me. Not normal things just getting knocked over, but they were either being thrown, or they were being slapped off the table. Just like yesterday, I was walking into the kitchen and watched a pan fly right at me. I ducked right in time. If I wouldn't have, I would have been knocked out. I then stood up and saw nothing there. I was getting madder and even more scared. This thing was officially taking over my life. I had to stop it before, it did totally take it over.

The next day I decided to call in to work and take a sick day. I wanted to see how much damage he could do. I sat downstairs and just waited. This thing decided he didn't want to play. Whats up with this. I figured I would lure him out. I put a knife next to me. He liked to throw things, especially things that would hurt me. As I turned around, I started to hear something behind me. I flung myself to the ground. The knife went flying past me. I got up and looked behind me. He was right there, towering over me. It was not the best thing. I was in a tough boat now. I had to try and get away. If I didn't I figured he would come for me. I got up quickly and started to ask him questions.
“Why are you doing this to me? I have never done ANYTHING to you!!”
His response was dull and straight to the point.
“I have chased every other person out of her. It has been my house to take rule of. Now you come in and try to take that away from me. It is not going to happen that way. I will win, I intend to.”
He disappeared but I figured I would ask him one more question.
“Who are the other two ghosts in the house. I need to know. Please, please tell me.”
I heard footsteps behind me. There he was. Of course I had to jump. Which showed him I was scared, not a good thing you know.
“Well they are two people that are close your heart. They happen to have had a most definitely sad death.”

I started to get the flashbacks of my mother and father lying on the grounds, then the gunshots, with the blood spatter on the wall. Just like the wall had looked when my mom had died.
I stared at him. He just looked at me with his dull face. I started to cry, tears streaming down my face. My mascara was starting to run, the black streaks trickled down my face. I was having a mixture of emotions. Sadness, and for some reason relief. I was relieved because I knew that the white shadows I had been seeing was my mother and father. I was sad because, they have been stuck in the house for all these years. I was stunned at this new discovery.

I looked over at the black shadow, who was still staring at me blankly. I looked at him and said,
“What are you staring at? I thought you would have left by now.”
The ghost just stared blankly back. I was starting to get creeped out. Then for no sudden reason disappeared. I was standing alone and had nowhere to go. And no one to turn to. I didn't know what to do?
The next day I figured that it was time to do something. I either needed to do something about the ghost or move out. I had a job to deal with and I also had to focus on my life. I was loosing it and everybody at my work place knew that I was. They all had said they would help me move out, and help me find a place. I had to figure it out and soon. I came home from work that afternoon and sat on the couch. I had been jumpy all week, really jumpy. I decided to go in the kitchen and grab a cup of tea. As I walk by the stair case I see something out of the corner of my eye. I don't want look up but do. There stands a grown man with a gun, pointed right at me. Straight aim to the head. He just looked at me and then spoke.
“I needed somewhere to come. Didn't know you would be home this early from work.”
“How do you know when I work and why are you in my house?”
“Well I just, I am on the streets and thought the house was vacant. But then I saw a car and everything. I panicked. I started to watch you in the house. Memorize your schedule, nothing big. Then the ghost. I just don't know about that. Also you were thinking of moving out. I thought I would get a break. Guess not. I need you to trust me and stay where you are. Please. I don't want to hurt you.”

I didn't know what to do. I thought I would be able to run fast enough, but I guess not. The last thing that I remember is hearing a gun shot, and seeing him in my face. He ran out of the house. I don't remember much after that. I guess I passed out. Then lost so much blood and died. I was found over a week later, when people at my work called in and said that I wasn't showing up. I always came in to work. This was different. When the cops got there it wasn't a very pretty sight. I am now stuck in the house, with my mother and father. I sit down and think about everything that happened that day. Should I have run or listened to the man? Well I can't go back now. I am now in the house where my mother, father and now myself were killed in. And stuck here for all of eternity.