Personal Narrative: Moving To Louisiana

Louisiana
I hate moving. The fact that I’m leaving all my friends and my old house. I live in Florida. I love it there, its warm and sunny. I cannot believe I’m moving to Louisiana it will take weeks to get used to it and make new friends. The new house is in the middle of the country, I wont be near friends at all. As I said goodbye to all my friends I got in the packed full car with my mom. When I saw my town get smaller and smaller in the mirror as got just a little sad. I was disappointed to leave my home in Florida to Louisiana.
I was a good day and a half of long hours in the car with mom. Listening to music and chatting the whole time. When we finally pulled up in a what was a overgrown driveway covered in weeds with shade of the trees above. I knew this was going to be our new home sweet home. As we finally pulled up the new house it was very broken. In the front 5 polls holding the roof up. The worn out brick was layered in thick busy weeds stretching up and around the whole house. Some windows were curiously boarded up some even broken. I saw something weird in the window. I pointed it out to mom she said it was just dirty but I knew I saw a little girl. She was dirty and about six or seven. She looked upset like she lost her favorite stuffed animal. I

ignored it thinking it was just my imagination going crazy because we have been in the car for hours.
As we go in the house it was musty you could see the dust in the air just flying around when we opened the door. It looked like no had been here in years. You could see some of the wallpaper flacking in the corner with a cobweb above it. I knew it needed to be fixed and then it will be just like new just like what mom said on the way here. As we go up the stairs I thought I heard little footsteps but I knew it had to just be a squirrel, I hope. Mom showed me my room it was dim. I could see that the window was boarded up. You could see streaks of sunlight coming through the boards. The dust was swirling and twirling around going in and out of the sunlight. I walked around my room and opened some doors, one led to a bathroom with old-fashioned tiles and bight blue wallpaper. You could see the paint chipping and underneath it you could see rose wallpaper that looked twice as old as the paint that is chipping now. I closed the bathroom door and opened another to a spacious closet. It had an old rusty metal shelf at the top. Mom and I took in all the new cardboard boxes to the living room. I looked in all of them to find my stuff so I could take it to my room. We put together both of our beds from the old house and filially settled in. I was a quite night; we hadn’t set up the TV yet. So I went up to my room to organize some more boxes. I was putting cloths on the self; after I turned around I herd a thump. The thump was as loud as thunder. I spun around so fast I almost fell over. I thought a box fell from maybe or something. No, all my cloths from the closet flew out and the door slammed. My mom called up to see if I was ok, told her was just a box I didn’t want her to think I crazy like this afternoon when we arrived.
In the middle of the night I heard very storage noises. I sounded like a dog running in the kitchen to the long corridor. I was listening to it and I was running up the stairs and getting closer and closer to my room door. It just stopped at my door. I was expecting my door to fly open, but it just was so still and so quite it was scary. I was still staring at the door when I felt just a little pressure beside me on the bed. I dared not to look. The all of a sudden a cold little hand took my arm and pulled. I screamed so loud people could hear me from around the world. My mom rushed in and the hand disappeared. I was sobbing my eyes out. I had to figure out something before I told mom, I can’t have her think I am trying to make us move again. My mom wouldn’t believe me.
It was weeks before anything big like that night happened. My mom and I always heard little things. We would hear footsteps, and sometimes even crying. Only every once and a while something would get pushed to the floor or the TV would turn on at night. My mother and I just ignored it. But there was one night when we just couldn’t. I woke up; it was about three o’clock in the morning. I heard someone sprinting up the stairs so fast I thought they would shoot straight out of the house. I heard the loud terrifying noise past my door and go straight to my mother’s room. I heard her door open. I sat straight up I got dizzy. I was listening to hear my mom. Nothing happened. It was like this for minutes. Then I heard a high-pitched shriek. This didn’t sound like mothers normal scream. I jumped out of bed and headed to my door. I was walking as fast as I could but still trying to be silent. When I got closer to the door I heard my mothers door shut quietly. That’s when I got worried. I didn’t know what to do but stand my door as still as the lake before a big storm. I heard little footsteps come closer and closer. They were slow and tiny. It got so cold all of a sudden. That’s when I wanted to sprint out of the room and out of the house and never come back. But I knew it was to late because whatever was out there would get me before I made it down the stairs. I had only two options, I could stay and not move for however log it took or I could jump to my bed and hide. I wanted to go to my bed but I knew it would be to loud. I listened again with my ear gently pressed against the door. I held my breath so I could hear. I was almost to quite out there. I didn’t hear footsteps; I didn’t even hear my mother. I was scared before, but now I’m terrified. I listened for something anything. Then I heard something I never wanted to hear. I was long slow breath; I knew it was mine because I was still holding my breath. I didn’t know what to do. I let out my breath, knowing I might just give me away. I stated to listen again my ear still on the door, I heard a little chuckle. I was so terrified I couldn’t move. I looked down at the doorknob I was starting to move slowly. I held the doorknob knowing it might just save me. It was pushing the doorknob back and forth like a ship in a storm. Then it stopped. I still stood there thinking of what to do next. As I let go and backed away, I see my door was shaking like an earthquake. It was moving back and forth pounding like waves against rocks in a storm. As I rushed and tried to push my body against the door making sure whatever was out there would never come in. it was pounding on the door as hard as it could. I wedged myself between the two walls and pushed my back against the door. It went on like this for days, or it felt like it. I was getting exhausted. When I was just about to give up it stopped. I thought it was over, that I had won. But no, this war had just begun
I still sat there at the door, breathing heavily.

I was glad I had won. Or so I thought. Then lightning fast my bathroom door swung open. I jumped up looking around the room for signs of anything. I heard my floor board creak all around the room. By my window I heard scratching on the glass. I heard steps walking across to my little shelf full of all my pictures; I had a worried look on my face thinking of all the thing that could happen. Nothing did. I waited and waited but nothing happened. I slowly walked over to my bed I sat down looking around the room. As I finished my the door I remember my mother. I had to make sure she was okay. I jumped out of bed and that was when everything went

wrong.
I took one step out of bed just in time for my bed to go shooting back to the wall by my window. I ran to my door I knew this time I had to get to my mom. I ran and tried to open the door, but it was stuck. I turned around swiftly and as soon as I did, I saw her. It was just s glimpse, but that was enough to convince me I was not alone. She was pale, her skin was filthy and scratched up. I could see some deep wounds along her arms. She was very young. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was a golden blonde rats nest. She was like nothing I had seen before. I knew I had to get out of here. But I didn’t know how. I stood up; I could get out if I made it to the bathroom. I could make it to the hall and get to mom. As I started to walk to the bathroom, things flew across the room. Cloths, books, blankets, and pictures it was like a tornado flying all around. I was almost to the bathroom when I looked up my alarm clock came flying towards me. It was to late for me to duck. It hit me square on the head. I fell to the ground. As my eyes began to close, the last thing I saw was the little girl above me with a creepy smirk. Above her things still flying, then I finally closed my eyes.
When I finally woke up the next morning my room was a pit. All over my room there was glass and clothes. Paint splattered on the walls and celling. Scratches and long rips everywhere. My new paint on the wall ripped off. When I sat up I was dizzy, then I remembered mom. I haven’t heard anything. I totally forgot, how could I forget my own mother? As I stumble to the door tripping on clothes and some pictures frames. When I open the door the front is bent and dented, and then I rebreed all that happened that night. The cloths the door, the little girl. I rushed down the hall I heard my mom’s fan still going. I was scared, I couldn’t see her. I wanted to know if she was okay. I saw her sprawled across the floor by her closet like she was pulled there. I sprinted over to her I checked her pulse. She was still alive but not by much. I waited for my mom to wake the little girl showed up on the bed. I tried talking o her, all she sang was ring around the Rosie over and over again. Then she was getting louder and louder. Then she stopped and looked at me. She looked at me with her dead bloodshot eyes. Then she said with a deep aerie voice, She’s gone. It took me a minute to think that my mom was actually dead. I kept my eyes on hers to make sure she does nothing. I then related my mother stopped breathing and I knew she was gone. I just layer there and cried. It felt like hours.
After I decided to finally get myself together and get up. I made my way to my room. I got a bag that was flung on my bed and searched for some clothes around the room. After I Gathered all my clothes I made my way to the bathroom. I got all my stuff and took one last look at my room. I was happy I was leaving. I decided to give my mom one last look before I went. I didn’t know if I need to cry or to scream at the little girl. I gave my mom one last kiss on the forehead and said a little prayer. I got up and made my way to the door. I looked back one last time, I saw her crumpled on the floor and I knew I had to get out of there soon.
When I walked down the long corridor I could hear someone crying. But it went from crying to laughing and then to singing. I knew that song. Then it came to me, it was humpty dumpty. I got worried when I heard it over and over again. As I was walking down the stairs I felt two little hands on my back. I knew I was being followed. Then she gave me a push when I was halfway down the short wooden stairs. I was head over heals rolling down the stairs. I was almost at the bottom when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. When I was at the bottom the room was spinning, my eyes were blinking slower and slower. I knew I was going to black out. Besides my head throbbing I still heard humpty dumpty, and the I closed my eyes for one last time.
When I finally came to it was so dark it was like snow whites hair. The room was foggy, I thought it was my eyes but I could smell it was smoke. I needed to try to get up but my head was still throbbing and my body ached. I looked around and I saw light orange and red in the kitchen. It was climbing the walls. The living room looked as if it had an orange celling. Fire on the curtness climbing up and down the walls and on the floor. I struggled to get up. I used the railing on the stairs and that’s when I noticed the hall filled with fire. Smoke rolling down the stairs. Running to me at full speed was the little girl. She came out frame nowhere. As soon as I saw her she deciphered. And then she was at the top of the stairs looking down. She was in the fire do all I saw was flashes of her face. As soon as I got up I went to the door. It was locked. I tried everything to open it. I ran to the back door but it was the same. I could hear creaking all over the house. I knew it was coming down soon. I was running in and out of the fire trying to get out. I was so dizzy I couldn’t see straight so I was tripping all over. Then I fell on a lose floorboard. And I knew I couldn’t get up. So I lay there I could feel the warmth of the fire all over. I was blacking out. My eyes got heavy like right before you fall asleep. I could hear the house creak one more time. Everything was falling around me. I saw the little girl one last time. She didn’t look as happy, she looked like the first time I saw her. Like her favorite toy was gone. I saw the celling fall and I just closed my eyes and feet pain all over and I knew oil was gone.