Hi, I'm Lea. I am 16 years old. My family and I just moved into this creepy, old house and I thought it would be kind of cool if I documented anything out of the ordinary, you know, like a ghost hunter. Well, today is the first day so I guess I will start this as day one and move on from there.
Day 1,
We started moving in today. While my mom was unpacking, I decided to explore the house a little bit. I grabbed my journal and pen and started to walk around. Soon I found the attic. I pulled down the stairs and carefully climbed up. There were a bunch of dusty, old boxes and busted up furniture. When I looked over my shoulder I saw a small shrine of candles and dolls. I decided to have a look being the snoop I am. I set my journal and pen down, slowly walking over to the dolls. I picked one up. She was beautiful. She had long, chocolate waves and hypnotizingly green eyes. She had on the prettiest and silkiest white dress with cute red heels. While I sat, gawking at the doll, I heard a crash behind me. I grabbed the doll and walked over to the boxes that had toppled over. My journal lied open on the ground, my pen nowhere in sight. I picked up the journal and was shocked at what I saw. Scribbled in red pen across the pages read, 'GET OUT! GET OUT! WE ARE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!' I ran down the stairs and straight into my room, locking the door. I ripped the pages out of my journal and threw the doll in the back of my closet. I shut my lights off and hid under my blankets. Oh boy, I cannot wait until tomorrow.
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The Haunting
HorrorStrange things have been occuring in the Miller house lately. Writing on walls, children's laughter and footsteps throughout the house, doors opening and slamming shut by themselves and even the record player which hasn't worked in years found itsel...
