My picture Story

John had lived in Howerdville for a long time. He had been there since he was in high school in his own. With no family, friends, or pets he was a mellow man who had worked for a living. But then one day he arrived home and saw that his house was on fire. He called the fire department and then they arrived and told him that they couldn’t save the house. John had no clue what he would do he didn’t know anyone that he could call that would help. He hadn’t talk to his family in years, not even sure if he had numbers to reach people. He looked through his phone and he realized that his paperback contact book had all the numbers that he would need in it. But with his luck he keeps it in the dresser next to the bed. Then he broke out into tears not knowing how and where he would stay.

            After getting an apartment and living there for a while he realized he wanted a house. Then he started to look at house on the market. He saw one that caught his attention but not the ones of the other onlookers. But he wanted to know why people haven’t bought this house that’s been up for sell for five years. So he went to go see what this house looked like, and to his surprise it was a beautiful house. He looks in the windows and the inside was better than the outside, but why wouldn’t someone want to live here he thought. After a while he came t the conclusion that he didn’t want to live an apartment anymore, and then he bought the house.

            The first few months everything was going so well he even had all his furniture. When he was coming home from work he realized that something was wrong. He felt like someone was with him, so he searches the whole house but there was nothing. So he went to sleep like he normally would and still felt wired. The next morning he felt if his stuff was moved to different places but didn’t think anything of it. That evening he came in from work but he was cautious before he went into the house and then didn’t feel anything. He thought that he just was sleepy and was imagining things. But then he heard something it sounded like his name was being called.  It didn’t happen for a while so he was happy about that.  Two weeks passed and it happened again, so then he thought he would do some research. During his studies he found out that the house was haunted by and demon monster. He didn’t want to believe this so he found out how to make it revile its self.

            He did everything that should have worked but they didn’t. So he figured that this thing had left his home. Then one day while reading the news paper he heard something sliding on the carpet. He turned around and saw a lump in the floor and he stood up and grabbed the chair he was sitting in to defend himself. But then it disappeared out of nowhere and then the man ran of the house and never returned.