My Childhood House

My Childhood House

When I was a child I used to live in a house which was very old and

very big. To add a bit of ambience, there is one of the largest

graveyards in the nation right across my street. It used to give me

creeps especially around Halloween.

The house was quite old if I remember rightly; I think it was built in

the 1800s. There would be usual sounds of an old house, the creeks and

groans and the occasional sounds here and there. The cellar was very

eerie as most cellars would be. There was one room in the cellar; it

was a storage room that was most disturbing. No one ever went in there

unless it was necessary, no one stayed in there longer than they had

to.

My brother and I would swear we saw eyes watching us from the dark

room sometime. My brother used to tell me the weird dreams he used to

have. It seemed as if the house was trying to communicate with him.

One of the dreams he had was of small children writing on the living

room walls, and an adult, maybe one of the children's parent, yelling

at them. Not long after, my parents decide to decorate the living

room. We had friend and relative's helping us helping us strip off the

wallpaper. There must have been at least twenty layers of wallpaper.

Sure enough one of the layers of wallpaper had writing on it, in what

looked like crayon marks. Calculations such as 1+1=2 were written on

the wall.

The moment I saw this I was astonished, my brother and I quickly ran

to my parents and told them of this sinister discovery. My parents

didn't think much of it but only coincidence; after all, my mother is

an adamant disbeliever in the supernatural. My brother and I decided

to investigate further, because we were kids exploration was

fascinating for us. We decided to stay awake all night in our separate

bedrooms that were situated on the upper level.