Justin Jackson's Life-Personal Narrative

1972 Richmond drive By: Justin Jackson It was a restart for me new school, new town, and new state. My family and I had just moved from New York City to a small town called Spring Field Arkansas. We were moving into and old house that was made in 1865. When we first moved in the realtor said to never go in the attic because the floors are not stable. Then school started and I had no friends knew no one at all so for the first week or two I minded my own business. I talked to no one didn’t say a word for two weeks. Then weird things stated to happen in my house every once and a while at night I would hear these weird noises coming from the attic it sounded like
But life got better at school, I actually started to make friends. So I asked my best friend Tommy if he wanted to come over he said “yeah just send me your address. When I sent it all of a sudden he said he couldn’t come. So I asked him why he said “ I have lived here my whole life my parents have lived here there whole life everyone who has lived at your house has suddnely just disappeared.” Not beliving Tommy I googled my house address. It turns out that he was right everyone who has ever lived at my house has just strangly disappeared. Those noises that I heard every once in a while started to get louder and more frequent. The scratching turn into screeching and instead of happening ever once