User:Thatevildogthing

Moving into a new house has always been difficult. I've moved twice, although  I can't really remember the first time because I was only three years of age. Our new house was gigantic. Literally the biggest house I've ever seen. But for some odd reason, every time I would walk up to the door, I could feel a cold chill. I have no idea why, but that's just how it was.

One evening, both of my parents were going out to a resturant while I decided to stay home. I sat on the computer for about an hour before going downstairs to grab something to eat. There was a knock at the door. I rushed to the door with a hot dog in my hand. I opened the door, but there wasn't anybody there. Strange. I did try to open the door as fast as I could. It was probably those kids playing knock down ginger again. So I closed the door and proceeded upstairs. There was another knock. I decided not to open the door, but the knocking turned into banging. There was grunting, which turned into screaming. I was paralyzed. What should I do? Open the door? That thing at the door was clearly anything but human by the way that screaming noise was made. I ran up the remaining stairs and into my bedroom. I starred into my mirror. Pull yourself together, I told my self. In the corner of my mirror, I could see what looked like a transparent child standing directly behind me.

YOU ARE THE UNWANTED GUEST.

I turned. This was it. It was right there. I knew it was going to get me one way or another, even if I had opened that door.

LEAVE. YOU ARE NOT WANTED HERE.

It ran straight into me. I couldn't feel a thing. It was like it had possesed me or something. It controlled my every move. I walked without thinking or even trying. As I was walking, I found myself repeating the same thing over and over.

I AM THE UNWANTED ONE

I found my self out the front door in a matter of seconds. That's when things got worse. My mum and dad had arrived and seen me in front of the house. They asked me what was going on and I gave no answer. I could not control myself at all. Before I knew it, my hands were wrapped around my mother's neck, strangling here until she was dead. I then walked off, leaving my ather bewildered.

If there is one thing I have to say, it's don't move houses too much. You might find yourself to be in the same position as me. You will become the unwanted one.