As we drive up to our new house I look at it through the window. It's a medium sized house with vines growing upwards. Peeling and fading blue-grey paint. Dirty windows you can barely see through.

I look at the top window. The attic. We visited the house once and we were told to never go into the attic. I did it anyways. It was cold and dark and smelled like rotting wood. I instantly felt a presence in there with me and hightailed it out of there.

As I'm looking in the window I see a shadow move across the room. It stops in the window and I feel as if someone is watching me. I shake my head and blink. I look back at the window and the shadow is gone. There goes my head playing tricks on me.

The car stops and I step out. I help my mom get boxes out of the back of the car and we start bringing them in. Since I came with my mom I get first pick of rooms. I choose the room at the end of the hall upstairs. It's just as plain and dirty as the rest of the house. The bathroom isn't much better either.

I go back down to the car and grab the rest of my boxes. I finish putting the boxes away in my room and go to find my mom. I find her in the kitchen unpacking.

"Hey mom. I need some cleaning supplies to clean my room." She nods and hands me a box. I thank her and go back to my room. Now to start cleaning.