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Ah spring was finally here! It seemed to calm the house down for a little while. At least we weren't stuck in it from the winter not being able to escape its grasps. The same oddities were there as usual, but we ignored them. Summer came and went and I doubt we spent much time in that house honestly. It seems like John and I were away at our dads or somewhere for it all seems vague now.

We started school in the fall and the heaters took their toll again. It wasn't anything we weren't used too. The voices were there once in awhile, the raunchy smells were still there, the disappearing junk was still there. The back door opening still occurred there along with the door bells ringing, mostly the back one of course. We liked to ignore most of the going on occurrences there. When I look back at it I think the ignorance we had with the place irritated our ghosts that they started speaking out differently.

Our odd behavior was one thing and my brother sure liked to act out in strange ways like crawling out of windows and leaving them open. Why didn't he just use the door? He even did that at school. I stayed in my little world of enchantment thinking I'd be like Dolly Parton or something someday. My dreams and thoughts would always be interrupted by something that wasn't there. I felt the presence. I knew it was there especially in the basement. I had a little recording studio down there and I'd sing and it felt like eyes were always watching me. Then my brother and I started throwing darts and the walls and made all these holes all over the basement walls. Oh mom was mad about that! She asked us why we were holing up the walls. We didn't even give her an explanation, just said that the walls looked better or something stupid. Yeah crazy I know.

Then there was the mold on the walls. It started growing on every inch of any space behind stuff at first. We couldn't distinguish the grassy smell as I call it. It was a rotting molding dew. Mom discovered the first patch behind an old suitcase in her room. Yuck! She'd scrub the wall and it'd be back the next day. Then the mold started growing all over the place! It was on the basement walls. It was on the bedroom walls. It was anywhere it found space to grow. Our house might as well have been a green house for all the green mold on the walls.

The worst part for me was that winter. Mom had a party she was preparing for that day. We got up Sunday morning and went to church. Usually we went to church a couple blocks from our house but that day she decided to take us on top of the hill. We never went to any other church as if that has anything to do with this but I remember it so vividly. I was fine all the way until about half way through the sermon. Something came over me, a sickening nauseous feeling at the pit of my stomach. It heaved and it burned and it gurgled and it churned. I'd never felt a feeling like that before in my life! As soon as church was out I demanded breakfast I thought I was hungry. Food didn't come fast enough for I thought I was hungry, but the time it was done I felt sick. I felt sick all morning since church. I sat next to the toilet, I lay in bed. I cried to myself until my older brother visiting told me to shut up and it was all in my head. I couldn't feel better no matter what! This wasn't the flu, I figured after about a couple hours I still hadn't thrown up, just the aching sensation that it seemed like I should. Company was there and here I was hogging the bathroom for most of the day. I felt like such a prune. My mother took my temperature and said I was burning up with a fever. I sure felt it! Thinking it must have been the flu, I stayed home from school the next day, and the next, and the next, and all week long! Ok we realized this wasn't the flu and I needed a doctor.

I'd been to every doctor for a month straight. I wasn't getting any better. I'd wake up everyday with a fever. Mom thought I had a heating pad in bed that I was purposely trying to get out of school but came to discover no such thing when she tore my room apart. The doctors wanted to do tests on me and see what could possibly be wrong. One was for ulcers in my stomach. That didn't explain the fever and the headaches everyday let alone the weakness that I felt.

One day I stayed home from school I was so mad that I couldn't function normally that I cried all afternoon long that I couldn't be in school being normal. I wasn't fit to even be human at that time. I felt like a zombie, lifeless, just aching in pain to the world the only thing letting me know I was alive. That same particular day I climbed on a chair to fix my curtain and as I was up there I felt those penetrating eyes staring at me from the kitchen. Then a gust of wind almost knocked me over. It was like it was whispering to me that it was there keeping me from feeling anything real. It was sure making sure of it. I believe I even spoke to it in a sob, why are you doing this to me?!

Of course my brother made his midday sleep walking stunts yet. He waltzed out to the kitchen one day and said there were way too many big birds flying outside the house that they were keeping him from his nap. We told him to go back to bed and he did. Mom and I just looked at each other like ok John's having a daydream. The times that John and I weren't trying to kill each other, I'd be trying to kill myself. I actually remember one day in particular. I don't remember what caused it or what happened in the house but as soon as mom got me to the shelter in town, I recalled the memory of talking to the lovely woman who I still talk too to this day! She helped me so much that very day so this is what transpired in those hours I was told until I recall sitting in a chair talking to a counselor.

Mom had come home that afternoon from work and found me with a tie around my neck and I was trying to hang myself with my free arm. (Don't ask me how that works I don' remember this part!) She said I was talking in a trance that there were so many beautiful knives in the kitchen and I had wondered which one I was going to use. She asked me what I was doing and I demonstrated to her that if I couldn't possibly try hanging myself with the tie in hand that the knives on the counter would complete the job and I showed her the collection she had on the counter. I supposedly picked one up and that's when she freaked out and grabbed it from me and told me to get in the car. She probably pulled me in the car. I don't remember anything until I saw this lady asking me calmly, why do you want to die? And I do remember telling her that the voices were instructing me to do so! She was very calm about the whole thing and talked me out of death that day. I didn't even know I was trying to kill myself! But of course that didn't do the trick either of how bad our house was.

In the spring a knocking started on mom's wall. She thought it was the neighbors because the knocking would start at 4 every morning and go on for awhile and then quit. This went on for a month straight and then stopped. At the same time while she was driving to work mysterious headlights would follow her and bounce off into the sky. Maybe she was just overtired and imagined the lights. They didn't co hearse with the house. John and I didn't know about the knockings at this point. Whatever it was, was trying to gain her attention. But she thought it was the neighbors! And maybe at that point, who knows, maybe just maybe it was...

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