My name is Kelly, and my story is true. When I tell people about what happened to me when I was a child, no one believed me, and others thought it was just another ghost story or urban legend…but it’s not. As a young child, about the age of thirteen, My brother, who was at the age of Ten, and my younger sister who was at the age of eleven, all shared a room. My mother and father were poor, and could only afford a two bedroom home, and it was a health hazard. Then one day, my father came home with great news, his boss needed him to be closer to the company which was in the outskirts of our small hometown. He took pity on our situation, and made a deal with my father. He would allow him to rent his home nearby the company, at a low price. My mother was kind of skeptical, and he attempted to convince her by telling her it was a five bedroom house and all the furniture we wanted that was there, we could keep. He then proceeded by telling her, “there’s no harm in at least looking at it! Its a little run down, but not as bad of a hazard as this!” My mother was amazed, and said, “You have already seen this place?” My father hid nothing from my mother, and my father rarely got excited over things like this, my mother knew this. So, this had to mean the house was beautiful. As we drove to the house, we were singing and joking around. All of us were excited. Finally, my father was going to pay half of what he does on bills, and we would have a bigger house. The boss had even agreed to meet us at the home! As we pulled in past the stone gate, we had noticed other farms and meadows of green pastures, the area was beautiful. The stone fence had been what mother had always wanted, and as she commented on it, her eyes lit up, and there was a jump to her mousy tone. My father smiled with a prideful grin, and his chest out. While me and my brother nd sister were jumping in excitement and anticipation to see the house close enough for us to see. As we neared the front of the house, we stopped, and quieted down. We all seemed to lean in and slightly hold our breaths. The first thing we noticed was how large it was, and the wrap around porch. The house was made of stone, and I had never seen a stone house before. Right as we pulled up, we saw my father’s boss. My brother shoving me and my sister telling us to hurry up, finally gasped at its beauty once our feet hit the gravel as we stepped out of the car. We were in awe, and all our jaws had dropped, while my mother gasped. We couldn’t wait to run inside, but knowing my father, we had to be on our best behavior in front of his boss. It’s almost like he knew because the first thing he asked was if we could go take a look while they talked about it. The boss delightfully agreed. It’s like he was glad and happy we were going to live there! While we walked around falling more in love with the house, my mother walked around once and was convinced this was the best offer we had ever had. However, when someone tells you, when something sounds too good to be true, it usually is, its best to listen to them. My father was grateful, but suspicious, and even questioned his boss. His boss admitted, he wanted the money for rent, and it would help sell this property, since his sister in law lived there the place had a bad reputation, because she was not a nice woman, and even though she died in the hospital, no one trusts the house. My father asks if she was the last one who lived there, and he informed my father that a young couple with a baby lived there, but the people assumed they were related and made their life a living hell until they moved out. My dad’s boss reassured us, that was many years ago, that the small community had new businesses, and most of the people had died or are way too old to do anything anymore. Then he hit our family with great news. He told us that he was selling the house for a certain amount, and if we stayed and paid that amount, the deed was ours. My mother shook his hand and told him we had a deal. The day we moved everything in, I heard my father call out to me. I stopped unpacking and ran to the front of the house, I figured if he called out to me he needs help, and mom had her hands full. I noticed the car was closed, the truck was locked and dad wasn’t even outside. Then I started thinking, “where is he?” I ran to what would be my parents room, saw the doors open walked in and saw both of my parents unpacking. Trying to catch my breath, I said, “there…you …are! I was looking outside for you, daddy!” He chuckles, and says, “what would I be doing outside we have been done bringing stuff in for a little while now.” I asked if he just wanted me to close the door then, sinc it was open, they didn’t even know i t had been open, and shrugged it off. I was certain he called me so I insisted on telling them I heard my father call out to me. My mother tried to reassure me that it was just my mind playing tricks due to my being exhausted. I agreed, and fell asleep in my new room. It’s three o’clock in the morning and I am awoken by a small hand and a little voice, I can’t see but I know it’s my brother, he calls out “kelly, I’m scared can I sleep with you?” My brother had a bad habit of watching horror movies and then has nightmares from it. I attempted to ignore him and his little hand started to shake my body, when I turned and grabbed his hand, felt long sleeve silk p.j’s. Which was odd because my little brother slept in a t shirt and flannel pajama pants or shorts. Not silk.When I realized this I heard him run outta my room as I let him go, by the time I turned on the light, he was long gone. I didn’t sit there but for two minutes and I stormed angry to his room, and noticed he was sleeping fast asleep in his muscle shirt and pajama pants. When I was on my way to my room down the hall I heard scattering claws, like the type of sound a dog makes when he is running in one place trying to stand up or sit down but keeps slipping. As I heard this, my head turned quickly, only to see a disfigured, dirty, small what seemed somewhat, human with fangs, claws, blood, and they entire eyeball being black, and whatever it was had a silk pajamas with black soot and blood on it, and just as quickly as it had appeared, it moved absolutely quick and was gone. I ran to my room turned on the light and pulled the covers over my head. There were nights I could hear it running around and laughing like a child, so I would close the door turn on the lights and cover my head. It would call out to me, “kelly! Don’t you want to play?” Then from a child’s voice it would get distorted with a demonic voice, ” Come play with us!” Then the child’s voice and the distorted voice would both laugh. At this point I would start to cry.