I sat in the attic, writing in my journal.

The attic like the rest of the house was filled with holes, mostly on the walls and loose floorboards.

I nested myself under a large desk, my heart pounding, my body shaking, hoping for the killer to leave the house. But deep inside, I know he’s going to find me, like he did with my mom, my dad, and my sister.

I ripped out the short note from my brown leather bound notebook and placed it in the chest beside me which was a about the size of my foot if not a little bigger. Then I closed my eyes as footsteps made their way toward the attic, waiting for death to claim me.

—-

“Mom, I hate this house. I want to live in the big blue house like I asked for.” I said this, while frowning. There was no way I’m going to live in that creepy place.

“I’m sorry, but that house we can’t afford.”

I huffed. “Fine. Does that mean I still have to share a room with my brother like we did in the last place we lived in?”

“No. You get your own room.”

Some uneasy feeling filled me. I hope this house isn’t haunted. At least I get my own room?

Mother, motioned towards the car, the trunk open with all of our stuff inside. She like I wore a straw hat to keep us cool on this hot summer day where it was bright and sunny out.

“Come help us unpack.”

“Why isn’t my brother going to help?” I said, frowning at the boxes in the car.

“Because he is only three.”

I made my way towards the back of the dark blue van.

“But he can still carry the angel things.” I said, pointing at a tiny porcelain angel, which was nested comfortably in a small styrofoam box.”

“He would break it. Besides, I don’t think Gran would be too happy if she finds out that it got broken.”

Clenching my fist, I let out a soft growl. “Fine.”

For the rest of the day I helped mom unpack, which obviously, I clearly hated. And for the rest of the day, I didn’t talk to her while unpacking. And as for my brother, he spent the rest of the day playing video games in the house with dad keeping an eye on him, from what I know.

And by the time night came, we finished unpacking but there was still so much work to be done the next day and the day after. Frustrated after a long day of work, I declared this house to be the stupid house. I hate it here. I would have loved the big blue house. It had nice large rooms and a big backyard to play in. This house had a tiny ugly backyard complete with a poo colored fence.

Mom led me up the stairs which creaked with each step.

I hated what I saw before me. “Why do I get this room. It looks even scarier than the house.”

“Stop complaining,” mom hissed finally snapping. “We worked very hard for this house. I suggest that you stop being a selfish brat and enjoy what you got.”

“Loser.” I mumbled under my breath, fear filling my body. I don’t want this room. And for a second I wished I slept in a room with my younger brother.

“What did you say?”

“I want to sleep with my brother. I can’t sleep here. There are ghosts in this house. I know it.”

“Ghosts don’t exist. I think it’s time that you go to bed. Night.”

She left me, going back downstairs to join my brother while he was fast asleep on the couch.

Hesitatingly, I stepped into the attic. A musty smell filled my nostrils and a saw a bed with no sheets beside me, sitting parallel to the wall.

The room was slightly dark, and I inched deeper inside as I noticed a small box in the corner of the room.

Curious, I opened the latch and found a bunch of notes.

‘I hope I survive.’

‘Please save me. I’m buried outside.’

And lastly, “Free my spirit before he gets you too.”

I found a black candle and a book of spells and a single amythyst crystal.

This had to be from the previous owner.

And suddenly, a chill went down my spine.

I had to free this spirit whoever they are.