The day we moved into the new house was the first day we knew something was different about the house and neighborhood.
The neighborhood is one of those quiet little areas surrounded by woods on all sides with only two roads connecting it with the rest of the city. It had the feel of being out in the country even though it was so close to the city.
I was ten years old when we pulled up to the small blue house in the moving van. The house did not seem unusual from the outside. It looked like any house you can find in a small town.
I ran to the front door eager to see my room. I had not been there when my mom picked out the house. I watched her as she walked from the van to the front steps counting the seconds.
The first time I had an idea that something was atypical about the house was when I heard the voice. It was a brief encounter. I heard my name when the front door opened. It was almost a whisper, but I heard my name.
I looked at my mom when I heard the sound. I asked her if she had heard what I heard but she said it was most likely the air escaping the house.
I decided that my mom must have been right. There was no one else around to make the voice. The male voice that I heard say my name.
It was the end of October when we moved into that house. It was that night of the first day there that I knew that we’d move again.
The van was unpacked and taken to the dealership. I was going through my boxes, like my mom ordered me to, slowly as possible. I organized my things according to where they’d go.
I was almost done sorting when I heard the voice. It was the same voice I heard when we entered the house.
The voice called to me. Another voice warned me to get away. I was trying to think of what this could be. Anything but voices talking to me. Scaring me.
The first voice was an adult male and the other was that of a boy. I looked around for the source of these voices. Maybe pranksters. I looked out the window. I looked for hidden devices. Nothing.
The first voice told me to go to the attic. The boy told me to leave the house and to never return. I listened to the first voice tell me how to pull down the ladder that would take me to the attic.
The attic was dusty and there were boxes stacked on either side. The boy told me that I was doomed. The man told me to walk towards one end of the attic. The one away from the ladder.
I walked as the man instructed. My hands shaking. The boy’s voice pleading with me to run. The man told me to stop. In front of me was a box. An unmarked box. I began to open it when I saw the blood on the side of the box. I stepped away from the box quickly.
I fell through the floor and everything went black…