I was tired, but I couldn’t sleep. I decided to get up, as I had nothing else to do.
My house is old. It was made in the 1800’s and it’s in the middle of nowhere. The floorboards are all creaky and i’m pretty sure the the roof is slowly getting ready to collapse, but it’s still home.
It was 1-3 am- I wasn’t quite sure as the clock had been broken for ages and I wasn’t prepared to drive for 15 minutes to get to the nearest town.
As I opened the wonky door, I saw a little girl, who was wearing old Victorian clothes, sitting on the stairs. I went to ask her what she was doing when she vanished! But how could she just disappear.
My lovely house is haunted!
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