My body ached as my dad pulled the car into our new house, in England. I don't want to be here. Especially, the fact that our house is old from like, the 1500's. I regret coming here. "We're here!" My dad cheered. I can't believe he's excited about this. My brother, Lucas, hopped out of the car. I got out slowly and grabbed my bags. I took a deep breathe and walked inside. "Well are you going to pick out your rooms?" My dad said. I shook my head. "Whatever." My brother said. My dad rolled his eyes. Ever since my mom died they've fought. I walked upstairs and the floors creeked. I walked into the first room on the left. It was big. I felt a cold chill rush through me. I felt a presence in the room. Like I wasn't the only one in here. I looked around the room and no one was here. I shrugged it off and laid my bags down. My bed was already here. Been here for a while. I heard screaming from downstairs. I grabbed my iPod and headphones and went downstairs. "Why do I have to?" I heard my brother scream. "Because I said so!" My dad screamed back. I had no idea what they were screaming about. "I'm going for a walk." I said. "Okay." My dad said. I walked out the door and went up the hill.
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