The Haunted

    Hello, I'm October. I now live with my friend back in New York. I am now 17. I'm going to tell you the story of what happened in the fall of 2007.

    I finally fit the last box into the moving van and sat in my   mother's car and shed a tear. I lived in New York my whole life and now I'm moving away to Washington, a state I've never seen. My friend, Sam or I always called her Wolf texted me and it read,

Hey October! R u leaving yet?

I replied,

Yah sadly... I'm gonna miss u.

 

    When we finally arrived at the old victorian house by the cemitary my mom stopped the car and said, "Well this is it!" Her huge smile slowly covered her whole face. I pulled at my dogs collar and whispered in his ear, "Chris come on... wake up." He slowly stretched and jumped on to the grass. My mom struggled with the lock and then the heavy old door flew open making my bright red hair fly in my face. The dust flew around the room when Chris came running in, and the floor moaned. I ran after him screaming.

    I named Chris after my dead brother, who was like a best friend to me. Chris died because of suicide. I had to watch because my mom and dad were at work and they never answered their phones. Chris was 5 years older then me and he died on, October 17, 1997.

    Chris ran upstairs into one of the four bedrooms. Then he howeled, which worried me. Chris was lying on the floor with three bloodly cuts on his stomach and his teeth were stained with blood. I yelled for my mom but she didn't come so I ran downstairs to get her. After I finally dragged her to the room she gasped and got a towel to clean Chris up.

   
    "It was horrible at school," I yelled dropping my bag on the floor.

    My mom said, "Oh, you'll be fine!" No I won't, I thought. I banged my head on the wall repeatedly untill my forehead bled. The blood slowly moved down my forehead and dropped on my lips. Ow, cement, I thought.

    I went into the bathroom to clean off the blood and when I went back in my room someone wrote on the wall in blood,

GET OUT

    Chris howeled again, at a shadow in the middle of the room. I walked closer to the shadow and it hissed, Leave. Chris bit at the shadow and it cut him again and again. I screamed for my mom but she never listened. The shadow threw Chris to the wall and I screamed. It started to come close to me. I walked back-wards to the stairs and fell down them. I hit my head on the wall then everything went black.

    I woke in a bright white hospital room. Wolf got out of a chair and said, "October, are you up?" I moaned in response. My mom said, "Oh, thank god!"

    I whined, "What happened," rubbing my head.

    She said, "I beleive the house was haunted and Chris saved you from whatever was in there. I'm so glad you made me keep him!" I thought,  Chris you are my guarding angel. I looked out the small window, watched the sun slowly raise and smiled.

Author's Note

Hey, I wrote this last year and I'm working on a longer version.
Any suggestions? Any changes? Any ideas? I'll take anything. c: