The New House

The New House Part 2

Hey everybody!!! Sorry it's been on hold soooo long but now it's back thanks to shopkins so enjoy!!!

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Part 2

I stopped imediately. "My car!" I screamed as I got out and looked at it. What was that? it looked like a bear or a huge wolf with realy big teeth and eyes that made me shake just to look at them even if I only looked at them for a second. I looked back but nothing was there. I don't understand I hit it at 80 miles an hour how did it survive let alone get up so fast and run out of my sight.

The more I drove the more I started to think about what that thing was. It couldn't have been a bear. It had a different shape. But it was too big to be a wolf. Suddenly it came to me. Werewolf. What was I thinking, werewolf, please. I continued to drive.

Wow, my new house is farther away than I thought. As I was driving

I saw something. It looked like man. As I kept driving he got clearer and clearer. He had rather long canines. He noticed me and got a huge smile. I kept driving but didn't take my eyes off of him. Suddenly he seemed to levitate and then he jumped out in front of my car! I screamed, closed my eyes, and put my hands out in front of my face. I peeked out my eye and he wasn't there. I grabbed the steering wheel and steered back to the right lane. " Ok, If one more freaking thing jumps out in front of my car I'm gonna flip." I thought to myself.

I kept driving. About ten minutes later I came into a thick fog that practicly came out of no where. "Oh, and I suppose that there is a giant ghost over me now." I said to myself sarcasticly. This fog was so thick I couldn't see five inches in front of my car. Then I heard a noise. The noise was an eery, low pitch moan. That creeped me out. I heard it again only this time it sounde like it said Katlyn. I started to drive faster. I wanted to be out of that fog right then. What ever that sound was I wanted to be away from it. Suddenly my car stopped. I could hear it going. The gauge said it was going. But it wasn't. It was like something was holding it there. I pressed on the gas. The gauge went up but I stayed there. Suddenly I went racing down the old, deserted road at 120 miles an hour. I slowed down. What ever was holding me there it was waiting until I got going faster to let me go so I would go flying out of it's fog or whatever.

I finally saw my house. I was about a mile away from it. It was an old house that has three old, crooked stairs leading to and old door with a crooked door frame. That house was the only one I could afford. "Well," I said to myself "It's better than living with my mom." I drove into the yard and something happened