Making friends with the ghost in your attic brings you many benefits as well as faults. Unfortunately, it mostly brings consequences rather than any positives. I should know this, for I have first hand experience.

I was five when we moved from a small town of Pepperton to the big city of Los Angeles, California. I was in awe of all the places and restaurants me and my family could visit. My disappointment was immeasurable when I learned that we were going to live in a small house. The house was a part of a neighborhood with houses in rows. To little me, I thought it was going to get boring.

Then I met the ghost in the attic. They never me told me their name or gender but they presented me with some company. I loved the ghost. They told me stories, played with me, and even comforted me when I was sad. They were like a third parent to me. Then I became ten years old and the ghost was not happy with my change.

They would start creeping me out, telling me to die because I was a disappointment, and even attempted to kill me multiple times. After two years my dad told me that we were going to have to move to another country. Quebec, Canada far far away from that ghost. I was actually quite excited because then I will never deal with that ghost again. My parents were a bit worried but I told them it’s because of how annoying the kids are in my school. My parents brought into it.

When the ghost visited me, they were very upset. Every night until the night we had to move, the ghost will bring me nightmares of every single thing we did together. There were books coming to life with sharp and bloodied teeth coming to get me, dolls moving in synch saying “die, die, die you filth” over and over again, and multiple versions of myself surrounding me and telling me that I have to die in order for the ghost to be truly happy.

I didn’t listen to the nightmares and soon, we moved to Canada never to be seen again. I though I was finally safe from those nightmares too but I wasn’t. I grew to handle them however. I was doing great in Canada. I was finally free from their wrath.