The floor boards creaked as I slowly made my way from my bedroom to the bathroom. I tiptoed my way, trying not to make a sound.
     The old man across the street told me when we moved in, “This house is haunted. You’re gonna wish you never moved in.” Those words stuck in my head like they were engraved in stone.
      Late at night I heard sounds of footsteps under me; in the daytime I heard whispers from behind me.
      One rainy and windy morning, I woke up drenched in my own sweat. I was breathing heavy. The room was spinning around me.
      “MOM, DAD!” I screamed.
       “IS ANYONE HERE?”
       I felt gusts of wind blowing past me, and footsteps all around me. They were getting louder and louder. I could tell that whatever was coming, it was close. I looked around searching for the unknown. Then it all happened so fast. I couldn’t move.  I stood there staring at her. Mary.
       My childhood fear come to life. The nightmares I had as a kid were all real; except this time I couldn’t wake up from them. The thunder boomed; the wind blew in from the windows, smashing the shutters against the house. As the figure came closer and closer, I could see a familiar face, her dark hair, the scar on her neck, and the blood dripping from her eye. 
      “MARY!” I screamed. It couldn’t be, Mary went missing years ago. This couldn’t be her. Why would she be here? Millions of thoughts ran through my head. Am I going to die here? Would this be the end? I screamed her name, but no response, only blank stares. I rubbed my eyes thinking I was hallucinating, but she was still there, standing in the middle of my bedroom.
        Mary used to live across the street from me until October 13, the night she disappeared. I still remember that night, the blood curling screams we heard, the police sirens, and the unfamiliar voices that were being blasted through their walkie-talkies. I remember the police coming to our house, questioning my parents, and her parents coming to our house.
         I still was screaming when finally my parents ran into my room with worried looks on their faces. As soon as my parents stepped foot into my room she was gone.
        “What’s wrong Julie?” They said in a panicked tone
        “I-I saw her,” I said frightened  
        “Ok, honey, just go back to bed. We will talk in the morning, “they said, slightly annoyed.
        As the sun slowly came up, I felt a wave of relief roll over me. I slowly got up out of bed and waked over to my mirror to comb my hair. I screamed at the top of my lungs.
        “Go-go away,” I stammered.
        There was no answer, just blank stares.
        She seemed to be getting closer to me. She came closer and closer.
        Then I said, “I-I thought you left.”
        “I’ve been here the whole time.”