Haunted House

      We’re almost there! said Dad. Me and my family were driving in our Coop Camaro. “Why is it called grave street?” I asked. “It’s just another of their creative names Mark,” said Dad laughing.We were moving from our neighbourhood, so I had to leave all my friends and my old house. Dad stopped and opened the window of the car. “You’re new in town?” asked an old woman. The old woman seemed nervous while she talked. “Yes, we’re very happy to move into the old white oak house just down the street,” said Mom. “I will give you an advice, if you hear any weird sounds go out of the house immediately,” she said and then walked past us.

     Shortly after, we arrived to our new house. It was gigantic, it would be a magnificent mansion if it wasn’t that old. We opened the front door, which creaked loudly. I had a bad feeling about this house, actually this whole neighbourhood. “Mom, I am going to check out the park first,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in first, it looks like a very nice house,” she said. I ran down the street.

     My old neighbourhood was much better than this one. Grave street had trash cans everywhere and it smells like somebody was sweating a lot. We moved to this new neighbourhood because of my fathers business. I wish we had stayed!

     When I went back to our house, something seemed weird. The lights were off, the door was open, and weird sounds came from the house. I remembered the old woman’s advice, but I still went in. The sounds weren’t like the sounds of Dads shouting to close the kitchen door, nor Moms cooking, nor sisters running around. Maybe they went out, I thought. I slowly went up the stairs. With every step  my heart belated 100 times. I put my hand on the handle and desperately opened the door. I saw three graves: Kaycy, Bob, and Joy Allister. Behind me I saw another grave saying: Marc Allister!