The dark storm clouds begin to take over the sky. The wind screams angrily as it ran through the streets. Rain pours from the angry monster of the sky. It’s been a long time. I close my eyes and take a deep breath; I had to forget the past. All the houses in this neighborhood seemed to haunt me. My vision seals on one stop. My eyes stare at the chipping white paint of the home. Windows are broken and it looks as if no one has been here for years. That’s most likely because no one has.
I walk into the house and fear sinks into me. Why did i come here? There’s no reason for me to even set a foot in this home. Rain drips from my clothes and hair. The house is unbearably cold. I can sense the ghosts that still live here. The spirits who must always live here. I begin walking through the darkened hallways. The Floors creak with each step i take. I crane my neck and look into what was once the kitchen. A hole lives in the wall surrounded my dried blood. A gun shot that stole the life of one of the houses residents.
I take a deep breath as i get to the end of my walk. I place my pale shaky hand onto the cool brass doorknob of the room at the end of the hall. The door screams angrily as I pull the wooden object open. Inside the walls are dark pink. The room looks charred. Of course it does, a small fire once lived here, stealing away the life of a fifteen year old girl. I walk to the center of the room. The door slams shut as if it was angry at me. I feel a cold hand grasp my throat. I gasp for the oxygen i cannot reach.
“How dare you come back here after what you did?”
An angry teen’s ghostly voice screamed at me. My head starts to pound and my vision changes and blurs. Slowly my life fades away from me. I die in my old bedroom, the bedroom that is in the same house that I killed my family in.