My Old House

Where I used to live was a beautiful area, even though the weirdest things would happen. One night I had the whole third floor to myself. None of my younger brothers liked to sleep upstairs. I guess because they had a bad feeling about it or something.

Anyway, one night I went to my room on the third floor. In the back room (that's were I slept) I had this dream that a little girl woke me up so I could play with her. I got up and followed her down stairs to the basement. When I got to the basement there was a hole in the wall, the only thing I could see was her going in the hole. I followed her through. I took a look at what was going on in the hole and there were people being hung and people laughing. I then asked the little girl were I was. She said in her apartment. I told her that they were in my house when she said no. I looked back and the only thing I could see was that the hole turned into a door. I got scared and ran out the door.

When I woke up from that terrible dream I couldn't breath for like a minute. When I started breathing again, I ran down stairs and told my parents about my dream. The next day I realized that it wasn't a dream for the fact that when I went back down to the basement in the hole I found the little doll. The same doll the little girl was holding. The same day I was doing research on the house and the land around it. Some things that I found were that the land was in an area where prisoners were beheaded and that the house was also used as an apartment until the house burned down. One of the people that got killed in that fire was a little girl. They found her burned holding a little doll.

Well things happened plenty of times in that house, but you know, one story at a time.

Thanks for reading this story.