horror story

‘’Mom, why do we always have to move to another town?’’ I whined. “Well, your parents’ promotion is there, Lina. It will be the last time, I promise you”. I didn’t know whether I could trust her or not, but either way, I waited to see the result in the end. My father had always difficult problems with his job. He was sad and tired every morning, and I always heard him telling my mom how terrible his job was. I hoped his new job, in the new town we ‘d move into, would change him. Even though, during the 3 years I have changed class eight times because of my father, and at that time I was still 16 years old.

The town was called Brooklyn. The first day we moved I was disgusted. My parents seemed to be happier after a week we moved in, but I still didn’t know what kind of feeling I had at that time. Our house was between lots of trees in a forest, there were too much fog, and I have always had a feeling that someone was screaming. I told my mom that I had a different feeling than her or my father. They didn’t care, because my father founded a new job.

The first day of school, was fine. The people in Brooklyn were a little bit stranger than those in California. But I didn’t care, I just want to be at home and do my homework and other school related stuff. My bedroom was big, and that was the only thing I3 liked.
One day I was home alone and the clock was around five o’clock. It was raining intensely and the connection was out for a while. Instead I read in my book. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Who could it be? I wasn’t expecting anyone. When I opened the door, a little girl appeared. She was hurt, her knees were bleeding, and her hair color was a mix of two colors, both brown and grey. Her eyes were as teacups. I got a big chock and she was so soaking. One thing I noticed was her teddy bear. She was holding a teddy bear. “Help me” the girl said with a hoarse voice. I was speechless. I didn’t say anything. After a few seconds I ran out the door,