Our neighboring house always sat there just staring blankly at me. Its eyes were made from the finest of Evil, and the heart pounded like hooves of a thousand running horses. My chest burned heavy with hatred for that house. From its daunting windows to its lifeless atmosphere. Anxious wasn’t simply enough to describe the gut-wrenching feeling that the house gave me.  I would lay in bed, and the uneasiness would eat at me until my feet carried me to the window to investigate. For years, no one stepped a foot onto the property. I’m not even sure it’s a house; more like a graveyard for spirits. It reeked of death like the feeling of when you’re losing air, the lights dim, and your vision blurs. The suffocating feeling of all uncertainty– I hated it.

Years would pass, the paint would chip, the windows would fog, but not a single live soul dared to come into contact with it. The weeds were overgrown, and the grass would probably reach my knees. The sidewalk was cracking, and the porch was starting to sink in. Its outside was starting to match its inside. The particular day I remember most, it was raining, couldn’t be much warmer than a freshly filled swimming pool, and the clouds hovered over the sky like a soft blanket. Morning was approaching and I was awake due to the uneasy feeling. I had schoolwork to do, but it was of no interest to me, so I stared at my pale hands, and watched my fingers bend and curl.

My alarm went off, and I nearly chuckled. It was of no use to me, as I was already consumed by the insomnia of fear. I took one glance out my window, hoping that making eye contact with the house would somewhat set me at ease, but it did the opposite. My lips departed, and I could feel my jaw drop. Not much younger than me, a girl with dark locks and piercing green eyes walked out of the house. Her eyes met mine, wearing a grin on her face that would later leave me with even more sleepless nights. It was almost impossible for someone to live there; a garbage can was more fitting for a home. I quickly sat up. With a chuckle, the girl made her final footsteps back into the house, and the door slowly closed behind her.