Not all houses are home.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a story written from the first-person point of view. The story follows a family who has moved houses and experience mysterious events unravel.

Submitted: April 23, 2019

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Not all houses are home.

It was yet another gloomy day; we were in search of a new house to accommodate our growing family. I’ve only just realized how difficult it can be to find a feasible house that everyone can agree upon. After hours of searching for a house online, we finally came across one that satisfied all our wishes. My sister was getting the duplex she was craving, my parents finally found a relatively inexpensive place and I get to play with my dog in our new and huge front yard. What more could we ask for? The only problem, however, was that the house was a bit too far from the city. I guess everyone was willing to make the sacrifice and I would have hated to see the look on my family’s faces if I were to say no. My dad called the phone number that was listed and decided we would be moving out the following week.

 A few days passed by and we were hitting the road. It was a ten-hour drive from our home; we were cruising through some forest-like places. My parents were playing their usual 90’s music as they swayed from time to time. My sister and I were in the backseat leaning outside the window as the frosty breeze grazed our faces and pulled our hair, these were the fun bits. The rest of the trip was mainly just sleeping and singing. Soon, we had reached our destination; the house was much bigger than we had imagined and upon seeing it my sister and I squealed with excitement and dashed inside the house. “Sarah! Rebecca!” yelled mom. She had always been very scary; she was just so strict all the time. So, we stopped there almost instantly and stood still on the porch. “Won’t you wait for us?” asked dad. As my parents stepped foot on the front yard, they were approached by a seemingly unstable old man. “Please, do not go inside, this will take you and your family as its victims” pleaded the old man.

However, my dad simply ignored him and nudged him aside. The following days were quite tiring and taxing as we were still setting up the new house. Gradually, we were making progress, and after almost a whole week, we were done placing everything where it needed to be. The following few nights, I would have strange and unruly nightmares. One fine morning, I told my mother what had happened and she was surprisingly concerned. Maybe she was going through the same problem. The same day we took a trip to the city and purchased a few ominous items. We read out a few mantras from a book, blew on the items, and hung them on the walls of every room, hoping it would bring a stop to these unusual events. That night, I asked my mom if I could have Puppy, our dog, in my room to accompany me. To my surprise, she said yes. I slept peacefully that night, but when I woke up, all the items that we hung up on the walls were destroyed and Puppy was not in the room anymore. I assumed there might have been an earthquake that night.

 Moments later, I made my way to the dining room for our family breakfast. As I took my first sip of milk, something inside me was not feeling right; it was as if I wasn't hungry, rather bloated. I spewed my sip of milk and along with it, a ball of brown hair… My family quickly got out of their seats and started praying. I had no clue what was going on so I bolted outside and threw up on the porch. A few minutes later I noticed something at a distance, and I squinted at the object. It seemed like a red furry ball. As I approached it, I noticed its nose and ears. As I got closer, I stood still. Chills ran through my body. It was the head of a kitten; someone had drilled a nail through its skull. Eyes remained permanently fixed in a state of terror. Shocked in terror, I ran back to my house and there on the porch was the rest of the kitten. Fur crusty with dried blood, the chest was torn open, intestines replaced with hot sizzling stones. I screamed in fear and dashed inside the house to tell my mom, but as we came out, the body was gone. This gruesome encounter still haunts me to this day. The same day we moved back to our old home where we found peace, although it was not as grand as that other one. My father reported the advertisement online and thankfully, it was brought down. Years have passed by and I am currently working on a school assignment. I open the internet to search up the difference between a house and a home and there it was… the same ad that almost cost us our lives, the same address, the same number, and the same website.


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