Sometimes the world isnt what it seems, the things that we can't see are the things we should fear the most. Each little shadow you see in the corner of your eye and each little creak you hear when you try to sleep. This was that house, that terrible house, each night you could hear those little creaks, see those little shadows in the corner of your eye move along the walls, down the halls, everywhere you turned. This was the type of house you would turn the hallways lights on just to walk down it in fear of what you would see, or could see. I was the one who grew up in this house, hearing and seeing those little things, the house was a large older house from WWII, it was the house that was used for soilders who knew they werent going to make it. They fixed up the house and we moved in.., sadly without knowing what we were getting ourselfs into. The brown outline of the wood on the outside of the house glowed in the light, the old windows with designs layed across the walls, the large pillars which layed holding up the roof of the patio seemed to draw anyone in, who didnt know its past. We had 10 acers of land which the dogs and kids would love to play in, neighbors no where in sight so we didnt have much noise unless it was sometype of holliday.