Aunt's Horror House

like horror movies, nor horror stories under the light of a campfire, nothing, and w

t the house was mine, no, they didn't hold any grudges against me for having been the sole heir to the property, in fact Fo

at no matter how much they told me about their terrifying anecdotes about when they came to sleep, that did not help to convince me not to come to live here, they thought about it f

d it, came my nightstand, my Toad de Mario lamp Bross, my red gamer chair too, the truth is that I didn't know how my father and I managed to pack those things in the

or perhaps you barely know, it was always going to be dif

going to get to spend the best n

ause my parents and I had come last weekend to take all my belongings. aunt to a thrift store that gave us very good money for her thin

e, even her clothes, had

l, and then, the best part came, organizing the mattress of my bed in the corner of the floor so that it would be attached to the wall, place the desk so that it would

ess, I placed the nights

them was my favorite pizzeria, and just when I was for calling to ask for the address, Alberto called me to let me know that he was on his way to my house, he told me that

hung up the call, I put the cell phone in the pocket of my gray sweatshirt, and I was ready to leave my room to take

very dark room. After all, it was small, the walls were not painted, they were in black work, and

it all began; First, there were light pokes that made me think that a child was walking nearby, but they were not those of an adult, beca

te silence, now, no knocking was heard, but more like laughter, and I didn't distinguish them as if they had been laughs

elt that my whole body had been paralyzed, just as if I had been cemen