User:Curtis.clarhaut

I never thought that my life would change until the first night I moved into my new house. I just turned 21 and decided it was time to live on my own. I was very forgetful and usually forgot to lock my door. That night was one of the nights I forgot to lock my door, I lived in a very nice neighborhood so I didn't really think anything of it. Well that night I was very restless thinking about the things I had to do the next day. So I didn't get very much sleep. The clock hit around four o'clock and I hear a loud knock at my door. I walk up and open my door. No one was there, it was silent. I walk back to the box I was unpacking and went about my ways. An hour goes by and I hear a knock again, I go to the door and open it. There was nothing there but a note written in a dark color crayon. It read "welcome home papa" at that pointe I was a little freaked out. At that point I hear a loud crash upstairs. I run up the stairs and walk into a room at the end of the hall. There was a broken lamp and the bathroom door was wide open. I walk in and try to turn on the light. I look up and the light bulb was broken. "Don't turn on the lights" is all I hear coming from the bath tub. I then take out my phone and shine my light on the tub. The tub was filled with blood, while the back of a little boys head stared at the wall. "Turn off the lights" the boy said reputedly as the voice got louder and louder. I soon ran out of room and went to started to call 911. As I ran down the stairs I fall and smash my phone. The lights went out and said "don't turn on the lights" I get up and run out of my house. I sprinted to my next door neighbors and bang on the door. The neighbors invited me in and calmed me down. A few hours later the sun rose and me and my neighbor walked into my house. On the was was carved "dont turn on the lights" and all my light bulbs were smashed. That day I light my house on fire and moved back in with my parents. I few mouths later I herd a knock on my bed room door at fore o'clock am. I got up and opened it and it was the note I got the day I moved it. Not this time at the end it said "don't turn on the lights" I look up and see the little boy in the door way of my parents room. I backed up and slowly turned my light on. I then turned the hall way light on. The boy ran into there room and I heard I scream. My parents ran out of there room and got in there car. I joined them. We left the state and never returned. Wait... I just heard a knock....