Journal

He always knew that something was quite right about this house. He constantly heard noises and felt that someone was always there with him. No one had ever believed him when he tired to explain what was going on and as time passed he started to believe that he was going crazy. One night when a giant storm hit this tiny town was the night he knew that something was in the house with him. As he sat watching the weather channel he started to hear a faint voice that sounds like a young child laughing. He couldnt tell if he was just distracted by the loud booming thunder of if he was just imagining things but as time passed the noise was getting louder and louder. Every once and a while the voice seemed to be calling his name and as he sat on his chair he could feel his heart beginning to race and his plams getting sweaty. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something moving and quickly turned his head to see what it was. Of course when he looked over there was nothing to be seen and he slowly truned he attenetion back on to the tv. He sensed that something was watching him and he knew that he was going to catch whatever was living in his house with him. He again saw something out of the corner of his eye but he sat completly still. The thing was no longer off to the side of him and he saw the rug under his feet quickly move up and down as if something was carwling underneath him. After a few moments of watching the thing that was crawling under the rug he slowly got up and grabbed his chair. With chair in hand, he was ready to get whatever it was that was living and haunting him. As the creature moved closer and closer the more ready he became. When it was right under his feet he knew it was now of never and swung the chair down as hard as he could.