Stepping out of the car with her 3 bags of her stuff, Anna walked torward the house. As she got closer she felt this feeling that was staring at her, almost so hard that she could of sworn that the staring would have burned a hole into her. She started scanning the area to who was watching her so intently, but their wasn't anyone. "There's no one watching you, it's all in your head." She wisppered to herself, which somewhat helped.
Turning the handle, the door made a loud screeching door, showing that is was all rotting and swollen. She gave a look of disgust as she walked into the house. A few cockroaches scurried across the floor in front of her, into a hole in the wall.
"Dad! We are gonna need bug spray!" She yelled back to the car where her dad was still grabbing bags from the car.
"I thought so, so I bought a bottle of some that was on sale!" He replied with a grin of pride.
She turned back around and started to head towards the stairs. With each step she took up each step, there was a speaking noise that was so ear piercing that it almost made her want to plug her ears. Once she got to the top of the stairs she stopped and looked down the dark hallway. She could barely see, but could make out five doors that looked freshly painted. She started groping the wall for some kind of light switch to turn on, but couldn't find any. Continuing to feel for one she felt something. She stoped and so did her heart. She felt something cold and soft that was long and wrinkled up. She ha realized what sh was touching. A hand.
Without another thought she quickly took her and off and ran down the staircase and torward the door where her family had just entered. She felt relief flood over her when her dad looked at her with concern.
"What's wrong honey? Was there more bugs up their? I got some bug spray if so..." Asked her dad holding the bug spray up to show her he had it.
"Th-there was a.." she swallowed and steadied her shaking hands, "a person up stairs..." Both her parents looked at each other and looked back at her.
"I'll go check and see, ok?" Said her dad, who clearly doubted that their was. He slowly started up the stairs with his bottle of bug spray in hand, ready to spray in the face of any intruder. The all watched as he turned down the hallway and left their sight and was followed by a tense silence.
They all froze when they saw her father turn back around the corner. He shrugged and continued with, "There was no one up here, are you sure you aren't just tiered from the trip and where hallucinating?"
'How could that be?' She thought to herself. 'I swear I felt a hand.' She would have argued that they were wrong and that she actually felt a hand, but she knew they would never believe her, so she just dropped it and agreed that that was the cause of her "hallucination."