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The stairs creek as I forcefully make my legs go up the stairs to the door of the smith’s old farm house. The house is worn out and grey and it hides between the over grown trees and weeds that are prove of the many years that have passed. “Slow down,” whispers Hayes from behind me as he tries to bravely go in the house before me. Deep down I know he’s more scared than I’ll ever be as I see his fingers twitching as he holds the door knob. This feeling of sadness, pain and hurt hits me like an unexpected train and I can’t get rid of the anxiety bubbling within me. I’m about to step inside when broken dishes and a bible by the window grab my attention. “Let’s just get this over with,” I sigh as I weakly go inside and I’m greeted with dust and …show more content…

You know what they say, that the father still haunts this place after killing his whole family.” I try not to snap at Hayes as I think about the fact that Jeffery Smith couldn’t hold on to his sanity. “I wonder what happened with Rose, the baby, and why he didn’t let her live,” ask Hayes. “Sometimes tragedies just happen,” I whisper more to myself than to him. I walk to the window and as I glance at the broken toys outside everything flashes back. I remember how my father committed suicide thanks to the stress of a life poorly lived. I recall my mother Sarah running as the plates she was holding crash to the ground the second she heard the shotgun. I could still hear the piercing scream coming from my mother as she comes back out, tears filling her eyes as a shocked expression paints her face. My blood runs cold as she grabs me and without a glance back she makes us leave our home. Our identity disappearing with every step we took. That day I stopped being a Smith. Nobody can ever know I’m that baby that people talk about when sharing insipid scary stories. Tears fill my eyes as I say to Hayes, “There’s nothing here for me, let’s go.” A confused expression takes over his face for a second before following me out the

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