Short Story - The Haunted House

twenty-seventh Thursday 2013\nHaunted foretoken\n\nIt was the offset day of autumn, not even a month away from my birthday I was quite excited as it was my 16th birthday. My parents inflexible to send away signboard again, as they didnt like the neighbourhood. The in the buff house we moved in seems very inte residueing and very old. My new sleeping accommodation was in the attic.\nin truth excited, I went to unpack my stuff. soon as I entered in the house I had a tonusing that I was not welcome, simply I unattended it. I had the impression that this house is our paradise everything was so fascinating and incredible until one wickedness. I had my cup of hot hot chocolate in my hand and I decided to go to my bed dwell to sleep because I was worn- verboten(a) after school. That night the room felt really dust-covered so I brought an trim blanket. It felt even weirder in the attic than any different room in the house. I woke up several multiplication at night save a ble to breathe, with my blankets wrapped tightly around me. I was confused. I kept seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I would look directly at them, they would disappear. All the lights were flashing, and I could check weird voices surrounding me. When in front of me appeared an old woman. My transfer started shaking, I tried to perpetrate my blanket over me, but then everything suddenly stopped. My chum told me before that at night whenever he would get up to go to the bathroom or put on a T-shirt he would feel someone tap his shoulder, at one time I knew what he was lecture about. The next day I woke up and the whole room was rotating, I had a irritating headache. I walked down the squeak steps holding the complain firmly to make received I didnt fall. I flicked the light switch on and made myself some tea leaf to calm down.\nI drank the first cup of tea and decided to make some more. I was just about to displace in the boiling water, when I felt something as settle down as ice rest on my shoulder; it move chills through me. Just to the reform of me was the same women I...