There Is A Girl Upstairs

-(Frank)-

"Mom this sucks," I wailed as I walk up to our creepy new house, everything about it reeks eerie. "Well Frankie that is just too bad since this is the place we are living in maybe for years to come." It's like parents are oblivious to scary shit. I skim my eyes over the house, I look at this one window at the very top of the house and gasp in fear, there is a girl looking down on us. "Uh mom is there other people living in this house?" I ask and she laughs, "of course not silly." I sigh picking up my two suitcases full of clothes and my guitar case.

"Frankie, you can have the attic as your room if you want." my mom says, for fucks sakes. Did she not see the creepy figure in the window?? "Sure," I say walking inside the house and up the stairs, "jeez how big is this fucking house?" I mutter, finally I reach the stair case to the attic. "no one creepy better be up here." I mutter again walking slowly up the creaky stair case, I enter my new room and sigh, no girl is there. I place my suitcases and guitar down and start picturing how my room will look when I make it rad. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" A girl's voice yells and I scan the room looking for any signs of a girl, "I SAID GET OUT!" The girl's voice says again pushing me back with nothingness, I step backwards. "FUCK THIS I'M OUT OF HERE!" I yell running at full speed out of the attic and down to my mom.

"Hey Frankie is it cold to you?" she asks, "no why?" I answer and she furrows her eyebrows, "the whole house seems cold."

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