There was a house that rested next door to a cemetery on a long and mostly abandoned street. You could tell by the green sludge that laid upon that grey gravestones that it has been there for some time. The stories say that ghost will itself attach to you if you were ever to walk past the graveyard.
The tiny house with large windows looked just frightening as the cemetery. Even with how scary the house seemed to look. It had inhabited a family of two a sixteen year old boy Keith Lawrence and his mother Sarah Martin. Sarah was a hardworking women who worked three jobs to provide for son and herself. Meaning she was rarely ever home leaving Keith to his own devices.
Keith was used to it sadly. The loneliness of being totally and utterly alone. Sometimes when left to his thoughts Keith doesn't feel quite there. He zones out into this state of nothingness. When suddenly one day he see's something out his bedroom window that would shock anyone.
