The House on Moody Street

At first glance the house on moody street is quite unremarkable... It's very plain with a black iron fence enclosing the house... but once u enter the rather big front door u immediately feel uneasy... it could be the hand painted jesus on the wall as soon as u open the door  with this arms out stretched as if welcoming you into the home, or it could be the stairs to ur left that lead to the second floor... the stairway itself is very narrow and dark, even in the middle of the day.... safe to say it doesn't scream 'welcome home'... but none the less my aunt bought the place in an effort to keep an eye on my old and ailing grandmother and my mentally disabled aunt- her sister... my aunt moved into the 1st floor apartment with my uncle and 4 cousins... my grandmother ended up upstairs as it was converted into an apartment already equipped with two bedrooms...  my guess was that was the ultimate selling point, as my aunt did not want to have to do a big construction on a house to convert it to fit my grandmother and aunt... time went on and my grandmother had aquired a couple of my cousins so they started to convert areas of the upstaires into to bedrooms... the first part to get started on was the enclosed porch... it was huge... they took a corner of it and made it into a bedroom.... as they started to tear things down and build things up strange things started to happen... unexplained noises would occur on a frequent basis... we all heard and saw things... every one of my cousins that went there to spend a night would wake up in the morning to tell my grandmother and aunt what they had heard or seen... on this particular night i was sleeping in the living room on the couch when i awoke to this very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach... i checked my cell phone and the clock said it was 2:32 am... as i stare at the ceiling the feeling starts to get worse, so bad in fact i start to hold my stomach... as i start to sit up i hear the creak of the floorboard, as if someone was walking towards me.. 'but how could that be' i thought, the floor isnt hard wood its linolium tile... weird... i shake my head, 'maybe im just hearing things' i thought as i start to walk to the kitchen for a drink of water.... as i make my way to the kitchen i hear it again, this time coming from up above me in the attic... i hear the creaking as if someone were walking back and forth very slowly as to not make noise... i hurriedly made my way back to the couch and pulling my knees up to my chest i sat there frozen in fear.... i didn't sleep for the rest of the night... the next morning i told my aunt and grandmother what i heard... 'you must have had a bad dream dear', was all she said to me... 'the attic is nothing more than a crawl space, there isn't even enough room to stand up in there let alone walk around' she replied... all day i couldnt get that creaking sound out of my head... it had me pretty creeped out the rest of the day... as the day turned into night the same feeling of un ease washed over me... 'i really want to go home' i said to my grandmother, 'sorry dear your parents aren't coming tonight' she said sadly 'they called a little while ago and said they would be by tomorrow to come get you'... i was terrified... i was going to have to spend another night in that creepy house... as the night approached i started to get quite sleepy and thought, 'hey, maybe i will just knock out and sleep straight through the night'... oh how wrong i was... i awoke again at 2:32 am in a panic... but nothing seemed out of place everything looked... well... fine... as i surveyed the room i could have sworn i saw something out the corner of my eye but when i turned there was nothing there... 'keep it together girl' i laughed to myself... as i started to lay back down i thought i heard someone laugh... it was very faint, so faint i told myself it was my imagination... as i tried to get back to sleep i heard it again, this time it was loud enough to hear... it was a little girls laugh... but it was different... it was menacing... like she was enjoying seeing me scared... i immediately shot up and looked around but i didnt see anyone.. i could hear my grandmother in her bedroom snoring loudly and my aunt in her room on the other side of the wall where i was sleeping... as i sat up i immediatley had the sense that someone was watching me but by that time i was too scared to investigate so i just sat there for what seemed like a long time and all of a sudden i hear it, footsteps on the linolium floor, little taps on the tile kinda like little girls dress shoes hitting the tile as she walks... well as u can imagine by this time i was soo scared i was shaking my whole body was literally quaking like a leaf... then just as it had started it stopped about 5 feet away from me... to afraid to turn my head in the direction of the noise i had just heard i held my breath, and then i heard her laugh... she was laughing at me... as she laughed i started to cry telling her to please leave me alone... but she just wouldnt stop laughing... her laugh felt like finger nails across a black board... it was excruciating... and then just like that it stopped... after a lil while i stopped crying and looked up... what i saw will forever be embedded in my brain... there she was in all her glory, a little girl who looked to be about 5 years old with a gash on the side of her head soo bad it looked as if a part of her skull had been completely removed.... i was so horrified but could not look away... she had these eyes, lifeless eyes, dead eyes... her skin looked soo pale it was almost translucent... she just kept staring at me, ever so often she would cock her head to the side as if in contemplation... trying to figure me out... for the rest of the night she just stood there staring at me till the dawn filled the sky... as it became day she slowly started to dissapate into nothingness until she was completely gone... as soon as my grandmother woke up i called my parents to tell them to come get me the hell out of this awful place.... they came about an hour later i practically ran to the car... i turned around to look at the house and there in the window stood the little girl head cocked to one side staring at me.... i never went back to that house on moody street... everytime my parents went i stood home... knowing that she was waiting for me to return... seeing that face those lifeless eyes and pale grotesque skin with the open wound on her skull...