The Miller Curse Short Story

It all began when someone left the window open. No one knows who would open the window on a dark, wet, Friday. But it was opened. Ever since then we have been hearing voices, soft whispers, that chill your skin. No one stays alone anymore. It was a cursed Friday, like Friday the thirteenth, but worst. It was a family curse. I guess it was forgotten, since it's an 100 year old curse. But everyone knows that if a Miller opens the window of the bathroom on the 3rd floor, the Miller curse will be spread throughout the house. The Miller curse, 100 years old, started when our great, great, great grandfather. His name was Henry, but his pals called him The Hen. He was a boy at the time, young and wild, a teenager. The Miller family was throwing a
We shut the phone into its home and ran to the far back of the house. There, there was a open door. My mother reached for it as it snapped shut on the tip of her fingers, she shrieked, pulling her fingers back before she lost them. we ran upstairs to the third floor bathroom, and there she was. The trickery girl was hovering. Barely visible, he disappeared. With panic me and mother ran to the door and shut the window. Nothing but more soft whispers. We heard the mansion roar when the power went out, filled with light from only Windows. The only noise we heard in the empty motionless house was the phone ringing. We went down the stairs with caution, now only hearing the phone, and my heart. Mother picked up the phone. It was father! I couldn't make out everything they were saying, but mother told father she loved him and so did I, and a loud yell came from the phone. That was all I got before the phone went out. Mother started crying then, and I snapped back into it, focusing and thinking now. I realized how brave mother was and how hard it is on her with the baby on its way, and having this mess with all 3 of us. we weren't as much of a trouble to mother compared to some other kids we have seen. Harry, 13. Sally, 10. And me, 17. So we are all old enough to know how to behave properly. Over the sound of mother crying, I heard creeks in the floor above us. Sounding like.. Footsteps. Horror filled my heart, goosebumps all over my skin. I've heard about this. After Henry and the girl fell out of the window, they're ghosts came back and lived in the third story bathroom of all the millers. The curse says only when the window of that bathroom is opened, the girl haunts as a ghost, but Henry himself, as he was when after he fell. I don't know how he looks, but I thought of it as terrifying. I started crying, rushing my brain for ideas to flood me. No use, I was frozen. And too scared