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                                                 The Sighting

I was seven; I and my family have just moved into our new house, I was bringing the boxes of my stuff up to my room. I sat on my bed looking around in my room; it was smaller than my old one.  My mom came in and helped me unpack everything. My bed was in the middle of my room my two dressers against my wall. My TV was in front of my bed; I’d watch it If I couldn’t sleep at night.
I felt a little uncomfortable, but I figured then it was because it was a new house, the first night is always like this. It was stormy just as it was when we left my old house. I stared at the window as the lightning lit it up as if the sun were out. It was May 3rd 2003. Me and my mom unpacked everything that night. I lay down and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and got up out of my bed. I went downstairs to get breakfast. It was cold from the rain. My mom made eggs as she always had.  I felt weird this morning as if I was being watched, but I figured it was because I was in the new house. I turned around; I was looking at the basement door. I got up after breakfast and went down. A long leather couch crouched around the wall. A big screen TV in the back. I seemed happy because it was a nice room to be in; it was big and I liked big spaces.
There was a backroom that creped me out, I slightly opened to door to it. It was a long storage room. The only light made it frightening. It was one small light that flickered sometimes. I shut the door and ran back upstairs. My mom looked at me but shrugged it off.
A few weeks later I was up in my room getting ready to go to bed. I lay down and shut my eyes. Soon I’m asleep. A few hours later I wake up hearing something or someone outside my door. I sit up clutching the little plushy I slept with. I looked at the door, there seemed to be someone standing outside my door. It was the middle of the night who could ever be just standing outside it. “M-Mom? D-Dad?” I stuttered out. No one answered, I got even more scared. “M-Mable?” I wondered if it was my sister playing a trick on me. Again no one answered.
I got up, afraid of who or what was out there. I walked slowly towards the door, my feet and hands shaking as I did.  “W-Who’s there?” I called. No answer, as I could still see the feet and shadow of someone out there. You would think if I knew they were there they would go away or do something. I slowly reached for the door knob, as I opened it a cold air came over me and I shook. I trembled as I saw no one was there. I ran quickly to my mom’s room down the cold, dark hallway.
“Mom!” I yelled running into her room to her bed. I shook her frightened. She sat up. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “I saw someone standing outside my door!” I cried. “You must have been dreaming, everyone’s asleep and there’s no one in the house.” That’s when I started to believe I was paranoid.
I wondered If there was actually someone in my room that night as I woke up the next morning, or if I was really dreaming. My mom kept and eye on me the next few days afraid I was still afraid of being in the new house and having nightmares. I never knew that a house could be so scary just a few weeks of being in it. I wondered what would happen; I figured I’d get used to it.

Description
                                                 The Sighting

I was seven; I and my family have just moved into our new house, I was bringing the boxes of my stuff up to my room. I sat on my bed looking around in my room; it was smaller than my old one.  My mom came in and helped me unpack everything. My bed was in the middle of my room my two dressers against my wall. My TV was in front of my bed; I’d watch it If I couldn’t sleep at night.
I felt a little uncomfortable, but I figured then it was because it was a new house, the first night is always like this. It was stormy just as it was when we left my old house. I stared at the window as the lightning lit it up as if the sun were out. It was May 3rd 2003. Me and my mom unpacked everything that night. I lay down and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up and got up out of my bed. I went downstairs to get breakfast. It was cold from the rain. My mom made eggs as she always had.  I felt weird this morning as if I was being watched, but I figured it was because I was in the new house. I turned around; I was looking at the basement door. I got up after breakfast and went down. A long leather couch crouched around the wall. A big screen TV in the back. I seemed happy because it was a nice room to be in; it was big and I liked big spaces.
There was a backroom that creped me out, I slightly opened to door to it. It was a long storage room. The only light made it frightening. It was one small light that flickered sometimes. I shut the door and ran back upstairs. My mom looked at me but shrugged it off.
A few weeks later I was up in my room getting ready to go to bed. I lay down and shut my eyes. Soon I’m asleep. A few hours later I wake up hearing something or someone outside my door. I sit up clutching the little plushy I slept with. I looked at the door, there seemed to be someone standing outside my door. It was the middle of the night who could ever be just standing outside it. “M-Mom? D-Dad?” I stuttered out. No one answered, I got even more scared. “M-Mable?” I wondered if it was my sister playing a trick on me. Again no one answered.
I got up, afraid of who or what was out there. I walked slowly towards the door, my feet and hands shaking as I did.  “W-Who’s there?” I called. No answer, as I could still see the feet and shadow of someone out there. You would think if I knew they were there they would go away or do something. I slowly reached for the door knob, as I opened it a cold air came over me and I shook. I trembled as I saw no one was there. I ran quickly to my mom’s room down the cold, dark hallway.
“Mom!” I yelled running into her room to her bed. I shook her frightened. She sat up. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “I saw someone standing outside my door!” I cried. “You must have been dreaming, everyone’s asleep and there’s no one in the house.” That’s when I started to believe I was paranoid.
I wondered If there was actually someone in my room that night as I woke up the next morning, or if I was really dreaming. My mom kept and eye on me the next few days afraid I was still afraid of being in the new house and having nightmares. I never knew that a house could be so scary just a few weeks of being in it. I wondered what would happen; I figured I’d get used to it.