Not right.

Some people swore that the house was haunted. I believed it wasn't, until I was proved wrong.

It only took a few days after we moved in to notice that this house was not just a house. I noticed that things would dissappear, or move to other places. Stuff on my bathroom counter would be rearranged in the morning. Even though I knew it was unlike her to do so, I blamed my older sister. She denied it.

Then the faucets would turn off. I'd turn the water on, but then without warning, the water would stop coming out. I jiggled the handles, but not even a drip came out. I'd have to leave the bathroom for several minutes until I heard the water again. When I came back, my stuff on the counter would be rearranged. This became my morning routine for the next few weeks.

More continued to happen, and more we ignored. We'd find the towels we had hung up to dry in a pile on the floor soaking wet. The door to the garage would always find its way open. The drawers to our dressers and even the cabinet doors in the kitchen would all be open. Rotten smells would come from the refrigerator even though we cleaned it out several times. If someone walked by the T.V., it would make weird noises for a few seconds then go back to whatever else was currently on.

I couldn't keep track of everything. We did the best we could to ignore it. Some things we couldn't ignore, though. The oven or stove would turn on when no one was home, along with the faucets. The rabbit's cage would be destroyed, the rabbit found in a cabinet or closet on a different floor. Our cat went missing. All our food spoiled within a day or two of buying. The lightbulbs would burn out everyday. We couldn't light candles because if left, the flame would get huge and the candle would fall over. We tried flashlights but then the batteries would drain quickly.

One day, I found my nephew Austin sitting on top of the refrigerator. There was no possible way he could have gotten up there himself. Later that day after lunch, my stomach sank when I found him playing in the living room. He was talking to someone, and then I saw his train move by itself as if someone was pushing it. I called my sister, and she rushed home.

We tried to shrug it off, but one night it was storming really bad. Austin was alseep upstairs in his crib and the rest of us were sitting in the living room.

A flash of bright lighning struck not far from our house. We all jumped. I waited for the thunder... It cracked so loud that I thought the sky itself had split. As it was ending in some rumbles, I thought I heard a door hit forcefully against the wall. Just then, Austin started screaming. My sister rushed upstairs, and screamed.

We all rushed up to see Austin's door wide open and he was in his crib wrapped up in blankets. There were indents in his mattress on either side of him. It looked like someone was sitting right on top of him holding him down. He was struggling and crying and screaming.

Suddenly his head whipped to one side, and three red scratches appeared on his cheek.

We grabbed him and left. That was it. None of us spoke in the car ride. We didn't really need to say anything. It was all over now. But Nothing was ever the same after that.