We’ve moved to this house three days ago.
I knew it was a bad idea, I f*****g knew it from the beginning.
First day we arrived I saw something behind a tree. I thought that maybe it’s a swing or something but then I come closer and saw it. It was a rope. Stained with blood.
I called my mum, but when she came it disappeared. I swear I’ve never been frightened like this before.
And it was only a day one.
First night I couldn’t sleep, because of strange noises floating outside. Once I fancied that I hear voices.
The third night I was sure that they are voices. Whispering all the time, calling my name, arguing with each other.
After a month spent in this terrifying place things started getting worse.
One day I stood in front of a mirror to look on my clothes. I saw my hand rising and wrapping around my neck. Then my fingers tightened and I started choking.
I felt on my knees and looked down.
I saw my arms touching the floor but the pressure on my neck hasn’t disappeared.
I looked in the mirror and saw me suffocating myself again.
Then I heard evil whisper: ‘we won’t ever kill you, you’ll do it by yourself’
Then it stopped.
I looked in my eyes without emotion, adjusted clothes and walked to school.
After a year I started seeing bad creatures. I think they were demons.
Now it’s worse. Much, much worse. It’s like I am the one of them. But inside.
Because I look like a normal teenager, it’s nothing special in my behaviour. Maybe just the lack of emotions.
It’s a holiday time.
Parents are visiting someone somewhere but I won’t go with them. This house won’t let me.
So there I am, home alone. It’s time to stop this s**t.
I am taking the rope, placing it on a tree I saw it first day we arrived.
And I know this creature was right.
I don’t f*****g care.
The plus is it will die with me.