He sits and watches, and watches, written by Evie.

Hey Edie and Nick.

Also hello, my fellow uglies.

My story begins with an old house that my aunt uncle and grand aunt bought.

My aunt and uncle were expecting in the county they were currently in was not a safe place.

Back then there were murders and petty crimes that left people in danger.

In a rush to find secure safety for their growing family, they bought the old house.

After moving in, my grand aunt realized that her door would open and shut all by itself.

And at night, she would hear children playing. She would complain to my aunt so much

that they ended up getting the house blessed. This did not work and angered the spirits.

Although it did not work, they did learn that one ghost was of a small child, around four years old.

My uncle moved in with him for a while. He believed that the blessing worked.

That is, until he started seeing shadows move all around the house.

He scrambled once he got an apartment. What broke my uncle? In the basement he saw a small boy crying.

15 years later is when my dealing with the house begins.

I was seven at the time.

My grand aunt was babysitting me.

She didn't like being in the house alone.

She knew it was unsafe. While she cooked, she left me in my cousin's room.

I remember my grand-aunt always telling me to keep the door open wide. She never told me why, so I never

listened. I kept a little bit open. One day with nothing to do in the

room, I watched the toys standing still on the bed, like the little psycho I was. Like for real,

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