I could feel it. Something was staring at me, but I couldn't figure out who could be in my home. My house was supposed to have been known to have had people die in it the past, although I believed none of it. At this moment I started to feel as if it wasn't just a silly rumour, maybe it was true just I didn't know. I thought that maybe the spirits of the perished had came back to haunt me, but I didn't believe in things like that. I wanted to know what was happening.
For a start my house was old and delapidated and didn't have much longer to stand anyway, but I wanted to find out the mysteries of the past before it crumbled.
