Moving Day. I don't want to move. I mean, why do we need to move? Our old house is fine! Where did Mom and Dad get the idea to move?

"Mom, just tell me what's wrong with this house," I said.

"Well, sweetie, we've been living here for eleven years--ever since you were born. It's an old home. Also, this is an apartment. Wouldn't it be better when we have our own property, and don't have to share with anyone?" answered mom.

"Ugh. I like it here, and that house you guys picked out gives me the creeps." I walked to my room---now full of many boxes containing various items. I opened one a little bit. It full of pictures in their frames.

I opened another. A knick-knack box. Then I went over to where my stuffed toy dogs lied. They weren't in boxes, we kept my two most loved ones out. I hugged them tight. "Don't worry, guys, " I said. "Everything will be fine..I suppose."

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I heard the roar of a truck. Then I looked out the window and saw the truck. it was the moving truck. The ever so dreaded moving truck.

Two men got out, and my mom greeted them at the door. Back and forth the two went, carrying boxes. My dad even helped them. Soon, all the boxes were loaded. My parents and I hopped into our car and started to drive to our new home.

I wasn't happy.

We got to our new house a while after. Dad and the two men unlocked the truck. While they were, I looked around the house again. First, the living room. Then a small room where people could relax---a mini living room without a TV.

Then, I went to the kitchen. But... there was this strange feeling that crept up my spine. An ominous, cold feeling... like something was watching.

All of a sudden, something brushed against my back. I took a step backwards, alarmed. It's probably just the counter you touched, I told myself. Then I heard something. It was as if something was being dragged, or pulled...

"What happened?" said mom, rishing in.

"The plate fell!" I said, shocked.

"You know, I thought you were done breaking things like this---even if by accident. I'm not mad or anything, but I understand when you're four, but eleven years old?"

"Mom, it fell by ITSELF! Really!"

"Uh-huh. Once again, I'm not mad that you broke it, ok? But I am mad that now that you're lying to me about it."

"But I'm not lying!"

"Sweetie, you have nothing to lie for. I'm not mad. But I will be if you don't stop."

"Mom, I'm seriously NOT lying!"

"Isabel Peters, quit the act!"

I froze. My mother really was angry. I gulped.

"Stop lying to me immediately and go," my mother said. Right then, that strange feeling left, as if it had done its job. But what exactly was "it"?

"Isabel, do I need to repeat myself?" my mother said, with more anger in her voice. "I said go."

"Y-yes, mom," I said, and quickly scurried away. I sat on the gr*censored* in our new front yard. What had happened in the kitchen? First of all, something touched me. The counter, most possibly.

BUT, how do I explain the broken plate? I wasn't even near it! The counter it was sitting on was across from me. I hadn't even touched the thing.

As I pondered about it more and more, I realized that there was no reasonable explanation. So, I just pushed the thought away and went inside. "When will the house have everything set up?" I asked my dad as I p*censored*ed by him. "Oh, it might take two weeks or so," he said.

"Two weeks?" I said. "That's too long for my liking."

"Well, your liking isn't always how it is. Go on upstairs and play."

I went upstairs. I wasn't going to "play", or whatever. I went into the computer room. The computer was all taken apart. We needed to put it together again. This room was meant for the computer, obviously, and so people could use the computer and do whatever they needed to without being bothered.

Then, I went out of the computer room and headed to my parents' room. The master bedroom. I liked my parents' room more than mine. They had a big, beautiful bed and a bathroom and a pretty big closet all there, along with a TV on the wall so they could watch it in bed. They also had extra space to move around in.

They're so lucky.

I left their room, and went to mine. Light blue walls with a nice, comfortable bed, a comfy chair, and a TV. Also, my desk and my sort-of-big-ish closet. The thing that's sort of better about my closet is that it's a walk-in closet, and my parents' closet isn't like that. My piano was also in here, along with my drawers that hold my clothes.

I have a lot of stuff in my room, although it may not seem like much from what I just said. I have a Nintendo DS, a Wii, a Playstation 2, a DVD/Video player, music CDs, an MP3, a bunch of books, lots of toys, quite a few stuffed animals, clothes, some knick-knacks, pictures, my clarinet and its stand, a bunch of stuff that is in and on my desk, jewelry, hair ties, and probably more.

I walked around my room, taking it all in. I actually moved. I just moved. I'm in our new house, already. Yet, it didn't really feel like it. Did you ever get that feeling, like when its Thursday but feels like Tuesday? Well, thats what I felt like at that moment. I sat down and took a deep breath. I sat there for a while, just taking it all in.

Then, I got up and went to the guest room. Very pretty, but not as great as the rooms of the people who live in the home! Then, I went to the storage room. Well, one of our storage rooms. We had two.

In this storage room, we stored things, obviously, but there was also the entryway to the attic.

I got that feeling again. That same, ominous, cold feeling crept right back into my body. I shivered. Maybe I should go back..

But I pressed on. I don't know why, but my body went towards the attic. It had chosen. I open the door, and the stairs loomed up at me.

Then, I heard it. I heard a very, very faint, but sure, sound of laughter... scary, taunting laughter. I froze, and gulped. Then, I heard it again. The laughter.... teasing me, making me scared. But it was a bit louder this time. Then, it got a bit more louder..

Something thumped the wall just then, a loud, hollow, thump, and I shut the door and ran. Ran and ran and ran, all the way to the front yard again. I was breathing hard. But I was safe. What was that? That was DEFINITELY unexplainable.

This house was strange... and it was also very scary.