My mom mysteriously called me and my sister down, normal stuff right? I turned around to see boxes and my sister taps my shoulder and points to my dad carrying 7 boxes to outside. I see the kitchen looks unfurnished, but dirty. "What's going on?" I said "This house looks like a house for zebras" my sister just had to add. "First of all, we are moving." My mom said seriously "Second of all, why bother cleaning? Not are problem for us.." She said looking to side with guilt. " Since when ?" "Uh, three years ago? Don't you remember? " . I stopped for a second and the memory's start to pop. "Oh, The worst day ever? Yea." "Okay now go pack up" . Once me and my sister finished packing and cleaning and we got in the car. Once my parents got in then my dad asked me "do you need some water?" I responded No. After 4 and a half hours we stopped there. "WELCOME TO FERNCH, SANSCHNUN!" my mom screamed as gracefully as she could while the windows fell. "You girls go inside and me and your mother will unpack" My dad said. I stepped inside as the door opened on its own while my sister walked behind me looking in the face of regret. I close the door behind me and see the inside of a little cottage from 1919's with a linoleum floor along with spruce stairs that lead to the way upstairs, I walked very carefully up to the wooden stairs and see 4 rooms. I walked back down and then hear a squeaky noise. I step on it again and again and it still squeaks. I continue walking down and my sister calls me to the backyard, funny thing is I didn't even know there was a backyard. I walk to the backyard and see that there is a tree house. "AHHHH!" "A RAT!" my sister screams. I walk up the tree house slowly and see nothing but darkness. My sister turns on her phone light and we start exploring. I walk to the corner to see a note, I pick it up carefully as the ink bleeds on my hand.

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I shudder quietly as I drop it back down. I get out as My mom yells that it is time to place furniture. I walk back to the house and help her place the furniture. My sister walks by checking her phone. By the time we were done we all went to bed. I walked inside and saw something I never noticed. I turn to the corner to see a bed table with a alarm clock set to 1:30 and an ouija board. But the thing that suprised me the most is when I turned around to see a closet. I'm just suprised I didn't see it before. I decide I need to stop pointing out negative stuff and go to my bed, my fitted sheet barely fit around the mattress.