My name is bell, 18, dark blonde hair, green eyes, pale skined. I lived in a small town on the north end of birmingham. I had two young brothers, sam, 10, jamie , 8. my mom and dad slit up when my brothers were too young to remember. We lived with our mom. Dad left the country years ago and now it is our turn to leave. We are moving to north-east florida. I didnt really want to go but i didnt have the guts to tell her. Mom told us that we have a good time in florida and make lots of new friends. Everytime she said that it made me not want to go even more than before. When we got their i felt so tired. It has being a whole year since we came hear. Still havent introduced myself with the neighbours yet, i have only two new friends at school and i dont have the strengh to walk outside anymore unless i am with friends. My two friends are called shannon and shelby. shannon and shelby live in a road not far from mine, 10 minute walk at most. They used to tell me stories about the old abandoned house in my road. They said before i came they used to be a old man which lived their. Shannon told me that the old man was i little strange. He used to walk outside and shout at the sky like it had hurt him mently. Shelby told me that he died two years ago and that his soul still lives in the house. It was lunch time. I heard Two people calling my name from outside. I went down stares to go outside. Shannon grabed my wrist and pulled me towards the house with shelby following close behind. "what are you doing" i asked. "someone went in this house a week ago and died so were going in their to see who died" said shannon. She let go of my wrist as we walked up to the door. I steped back as shannon opened the door and slowly walked in. She turned around "what are you-" she began before the door suddenly slamed shut. Me and shelby took a few steps back out of fear. We heard a scream followed by a large bang. Shelby ran off screaming with tears filling her eyes. As i was about to join her wimpy act i stop as i heard the door re-open. I went to look around and screamed at the sight of blood everwhere. somthing caught my eye, as i turned my head to get a better view i saw it, their was photos of people. On their was a picture of young boy, a old woman, a old man, a small boy and a picture of shannon. Fear filled me as i looked at the next picture. It was a picture of me. I heard a large bang from upstares, as i looked up and saw a panio case being smashed followed by a strange growling noise. I ran off in fear of ending up like shannon. It was night time, i went to bed early tonight. I tried calling shelby but no answer. As i was sleeping in my bed the fear from early was still their. I went to open my eyes i saw somthing in the corner of my eye. Black robes, black blade, boney long black hands. It took the form of a gaint cat. It looked like a cat reaper. I dont even know if such a thing is real. It made a noise which filled me more fear than already. I turned my head slightly. Its blood shot eyes glared at me as it opened its mouth letting out noise which for some reason i couldnt hear. It started walking towards me growling. When it was close enough it jumped on my bed and standed over me. Its eyes suddenly started glowing a bright blue. As it opened its mouth once again its head slightly moved forward. After that it was like it just swallowed up my soul. I couldnt see, hear, smell or feel. Everything was black. But about a minute later it was their still standing their. Before i had a chance a scream i saw blood spill out of me. I fell to the ground in weakness and fear. Was this the end. I turned my head to the cat and shouted "what are you!" as soon as i said it, it looked at me and everything disappeared...

By miranda roberts