Moving Around Research Paper

As a 10 year old girl, it was hard to understand why we were always moving around. My father was a hard working man, but just couldn't find work that lasted. We moved from state to state, from Virginia to Pennsylvania, and then eventually to Ivory line, in southern Connecticut. I’ve never seen my parents as happy as when we moved into our old country house that we picked up for cheap. My father finally found a job as a construction worker. He was working full weeks, and bringing home checks like he never had before. We were a happy family again as my mother would say, that was until unexplainable things started happening.

My most vivid memories as a kid come from that house on Ivory line. The torture started in the second week, when I started to hear voices at night. After a week of telling myself it was just in my head, I finally approached my 13 year old sister Annie with what I had been experiencing, “Annie, have you been hearing things late at night?” I asked,trying not to freak her out.

“No, why? is something wrong?” she replied, with a tone showing her concern.

“Look,” I went on,”every night for the past week i've been hearing things. Voices, of people inside our house.”

She went on to urge me to tell my mom. I knew that it was improbable for it to raise concern, as my mom couldn't possibly find a …show more content…
We made our way down the stairs, desperately trying not to surrender a loud creak that the old stairwell is known to give off. Somehow we made it down with only slight sounds of distress from the stairs. With a presence of anxiousness, we both turned to peer down the hallway. This is where my worst fears were realised. There, at the end of our hall in the kitchen, stood 3 faint figures. Humans, but not quite real it seemed. They had a transparent look. Not believing my own eyes, I turned to my sister and with an attempt to whisper asked,”Are you seeing what i'm