The House Of Horror PT. 1

            I remember the incident that happened to me and my family when i was little,it's started when  my brother told me  every night when the clocks hit 3 in the morning there was always a sound of somebody crying in our old house...but the thing's is i shared a room with my brother and i didn't hears anything so i though it was my brother imagination or he was probably having a nightmare...my brother told me it's like somebody else was living in that house other than our family...he tried to check on where the crying sound was coming from...my brother told me it was a bit weird...the sound was coming from a wall in the living room...he told my father and mother but they didn't believe my brother...

          After a couple of month passed i started to believe in my brothers story...because now when the clocks hit 3 am i also heard what my brother was hearing this whole time...the crying sound is so eerie...that's why my brother was so scared of it...even if i tried to plug my ear i can still hears the sound...till one day where it gets worse...we no longer heard the crying sound but....me and my brothers started to have an scratch on our back,leg,arm...when we wake up...well surely my father and mother though me and my brother was fighting at night...but we didn't, even we told them the truth they wouldn't believe us...until one day my mothers started to feels there like someone watching her when my moms do all the chores...my mothers started to feel scared a little, so she told my father about it...well that didn't go so well...so they argue and argue, then suddenly there was a loud BANNNNGG!!! coming from downstairs...

        We all were surprised by it...me and brother goes out of our room to check and we saw my father and mother also rushing out of the room to see but the thing's is we all were upstairs...my fathers looking a bit worry...so he told us to stay in our room, but then my brother said...now you believe us? we tried to tell you from the very beginning that there's was something wrong about this house...then we heard the same sound again but this time it was louder...so my father took a baseball bat in his room, and started to go down the stairs slowly...we all follow behind my father...there was no lights open downstair so it was so dark we hardly can see anything...then when we arrive at the lights switches, my father turns on the light and what we see scared us...our living room was completely a mess...the sofa was torn by something, the television was broken in half scattered around the floor, the wall have an scratch marks all over, it was so messy till my fathers brings us all to go to our neighbors house...

    My father called the police to check is there somebody inside our house or not...so when the police arrive, my father goes with them, after a couple of minute they all come running out of the house...so i ask my father what happened...then the police recommend us to call somebody else because this was out of their league of expertise...we spend the night at our neighbors house...then i was awoken by my father voice...it's seems i'm not the only one...my brother also awake and tell me to be quite...so we eavesdrop on my father and mother conversation and we heard my father told when he was inside the house earlier with the police...they heard the same sound we heard before so we started searching where it's coming from then suddenly our kitchen chairs started flying across the room and we heard a yell so loud that's scared all of us...so we run out of the house even the police thinks that was not a living human...

                                                     (CONTINUE TO PART 2)