Imagine moving into the Murder House
The large house loomed over you ominously as you stood in the yard, holding a box of your books. There was something about it that didn’t feel right, something that screamed for you to run far and run fast.
Despite these feelings though, you didn’t have a choice.
“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” Your dad asked, a huge smile adorning his face. He was so excited about the prospect of starting over with this new house and his new job, it was all he had been talking about for months. He thought this was what you both needed and honestly you didn’t have the heart to object.
“Yeah, it looks nice,” You agreed, forcing a smile. In the back of your mind something still felt out of place, but you brushed it off as nothing. ’It’s just a house,’ You reminded yourself. ’I just need to get used to it.’
Although as these words echoed through your head, your eyes were drawn to an upstairs window. You could’ve sworn you saw something move, yet nothing was there.
’Probably just a rat or something. This house is pretty old.’
Finally after taking a deep breath and ignoring all the warning signs screaming at you to stop, you followed your father inside.