Haunted House
I lived in a haunted house once. I saw things. I felt things. I heard things. I became things. It happened so often. And never followed me but it called me all the time. I knew whatever it was was old, it had been around for a long time... haunting the walls, hunting the feelings, haunted by feelings, not letting me sleep, not letting go. I will never forget the day I turn down and looked at the hall because something woke me up. I felt a presence so strong and heavy I couldn’t stop to look. In that moment the door of the room that I was in began to close and I close my eyes so hard until my mom’s roommate came to me and told me to get ready for school. I was quiet all day after that and realized that there was a spirit in the house. It’s not my first encounter but it has been my strongest. Today as a story rises again in me I realize that I have been a haunted house for my soul. My soul is the same young girl scared in the room, innocent and curious... watching the door clos