Hi! Thank you so much for reading this! P.S. They aren't vampires & i know its short but the next chapter makes up for it!
My name is Alice Cullen and I do not believe in ghosts. That is why I bought a house that is supposedly haunted. People have told me bad stuff about the house, but I bought it anyways. After all I do not believe in ghosts.
My new house is beautiful and I do not find it haunting at all. The only downside is that the stairs creak like a tree during a storm when you walk on them. I found a purple room and claimed as my bedroom and moved my stuff in. I am sleeping here with my dogs, Smoky and Sugar. I watched as my beloved dogs arranged themselves on my bed alongside me to sleep.
As I lay there listening to the silence, I heard a scratching noise on the wall. Dismissing it as a mouse, I tried to sleep again. Then the scratching stopped, and the whole house was as silent as a graveyard. Even my dogs, which usually snore, were quiet. At least it is peaceful.
Just as I began to relax, the stairs creaked like someone was on them. Smoky lifted his head and growled. He stared towards the door for a second before lying back down. I reached down to pet him, to comfort both of us. Then the stairs creaked again, but this time it sounded like a shoe struck the wood. I crept out of bed and to the door. I pressed my ear against it and listened to what sounded like a person slowly descending the stairs. I locked the door and retreated to the back corner of my room. Sugar was now staring at the door curiously. I called my dogs to me, and I took comfort in their warm fur as I sat in the corner. Smoky let out another growl and his fur pricked up along his spine. I tried to keep him quiet so whoever was out there would not find us. I blocked the door with a chair, quietly as possible. The footsteps had now reached the bottom of the stairs continued down the hallway towards my room. I listened, not daring to move from the corner of my room farthest from the door, as they made slow steady progress down the hallway. Then the footsteps paused and all was silent.
I listened to the ghastly silence that was almost scarier than the creaks and footsteps. Then the footsteps resumed, still coming ever closer to my room. The barely audible steps sounded like gunshots echoing in my ears. Boom, boom, boom, they came closer, boom, boom, boom. Then came the realization that what ever was out there was outside my door. I could hear them breathing. My dogs were scared too. They would inch in towards the door then jump back scared to get closer than five feet from the I heard a rustling noise that was followed by a strange noise that sounded like something being broken. Then I noticed something shiny on the door. I looked closer and realized that the noise was a knife puncturing the door. I fought down the urge to scream and grabbed my phone. I dialed 9-1-1 and then explained my situation. As soon as I hung up the phone, I heard a door slam, rattling the whole house. Whoever was there is gone now.
When the police arrived I summoned the courage to exit my room. As the door opened it revealed the rest of the knife along with a piece of wrinkled paper. The knife that was now embedded in my door held it in place. I pulled the note off the door and numbly read: "Get out of my house or next time it will not be the door I stab. You have been warned. –J."
