Now Im Haunted.

Now I'm Haunted - 1

This is a story from my quizilla account, so if you think im 'stealing' it cause you recognize it, im not. if you want proof ill post it on my quizilla.

"Cant go back, now im haunted.."

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Here Kitty Kitty." The sinful voice said into my ear, sending shivers down my spine and raising the hair on the back of my neck. I froze in fear. I felt the cold touch of some metal object against my neck. Or was it... Teeth? My eyes opened to have violet ones staring right into my light grey ones. The eyes looked deep into me, reading me. "Scared?" the voice belonging to the eyes said to me. i let out a scream.

ThenI Woke.

I shot up in my bed. Another nightmare. My mother burst through the door with worry plastered to her face. 

"Are you okay kitty?" She asked me. i nodded, finding that my screaming had robbed me of my voice, leaving my throat dry. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, my feet touching the cold wood foor. I stood up slowly as if i couldnt walk. I gave my mom a weak smile, reassuring her that i was okay. She sighed and returned to her bedroom.

I stepped silently into the dark hallway, making my way downstairs to the kitchen. i couldnt help but feel as if i was being watched. i shivered slightly since it was so cold in the house. We really need to get the heater fixed. I thought to myself. I grabbed a glass from the dishwasher and got water from the fridge. I hated tap water.

Your probably wondering who i am. Im Katilyn Marie Van Allen. I am an american girl living in London. We moved out here about a week ago, and i wasnt very thrilled about that. I hated everything about this place. Sure everyone wishes they could go to England and what not but not me. I was far away from my friends, and the home i grew up in. My parents moved here becausemy fatherhad gotten a job as a professer at a University. So we moved out here into this horrible house.

I hated the house with a passion. From the outside you would think 'What a lovely home, a lovely family must live there'. It had a bright yellowpainted wood exteriorand white shutters. There wasfire place on side of the house that was made of brick. On the inside it was always dark and there were corners of the house i didnt dare go to. I just had a bad feeling about the place. Maybe it was haunted.

I wasnt too special. Sure i was pretty, but nothing to gawk over. I had Pin straight ebony hair that went right below my breasts and blunt bangs across my forehead that went to my eyelashes when my eyes were open. My skin was pale and clear, and my eyelashes were surprisingly long and thick that i didnt have to wear mascara. I was short, about 5'3 and didnt weigh that much. I had a tiny body from being a picky eater and such.