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I would like to thank my best friend Whitney for helping me.

Chapter Two : Sights and Noises

I walked the cold grey walk home, looking at nothing but the concrete beneath my feet. At school I was teased and tormented. It was a normal day in the life of Carmen. I got home a little early today because Jake and all his asshole friends didn't stop by to push me into a bush or knock me over. I went straight up to my room. While running up the stairs I tripped and cut my left shoulder on the railing. There was a good amount of blood, but I would be fine. I went into the bathroom and wrapped it up. After that minor delay, I went into my room.

There were still boxes everywhere. I hadn't yet unpacked everything. I did unpack my CDs and CD player, my comics, and a few changes of clothes. My room was small and beaten up. There were holes in the walls and the paint was peeling. There were also strange stains on the carpet, but I was afraid to find out what they were.

My room sucked, but there was one thing about it that I loved. It had a huge window at the far end. The view was lovely. There was one thing though, it wasn't bad, it just confused me a little. It was a small house. The shape was strange and the color was a little odd. Despite the oddness, I liked it. It was square with a flat roof and made out of planks of wood. There was something written on top if it, but all I could see was a U.

I laid in my bed thinking to myself who could be living in that house. It was about midnight when I heard the screeching and bloody yells coming from the house. I sat straight up and looked towards the house but I saw nothing. I went down stairs to get some water and the screams got louder. I decided to go to the basement to see if the screams grew still louder. My prediction was correct. The lower I got the louder they were. The piercing screams were unbearable when I got to the lowest point of the house. It sounded like it was right beneath me.I went back up stairs when my dad stumbled through the front door. He was drunk, as always, but this time was different, he was all cut up. His clothes were all bloody and he had the same "I'm sorry for being late" look on his face. Once again I felt sorry for him and helped him get into his bed. Later he told me got into a bar fight. I rolled my eyes and left. I shut the door behind me and heard a loud thud. Apparently, he fell off the bed.

When I got back in bed, a strange sensation came over me. I felt like I was being watched and that I wasn't alone. I just shrugged it off and laid down.

I must have dozed off because, when I woke up, there was a giant 2:34 flashing in my face. I pushed the alarm clock away and looked up. I still had the feeling that I wasn't alone, and I knew it wasn't my dad because I could hear him moaning and vomiting in the other room. I just shrugged it off again and tried to get back to sleep. My heart stopped beating for a split second. I looked at the corner next to my window and there standing tall and skinny was a man. He was like one of those serial killers from scary movies. He took one look at me and started moving towards me. I could see that he had some sharp implement in his hand.