This is my first time writing on here. I am Elizabeth, or Liz for short, and I am 17 years old. I grow up with my grandparents in Cheshire England because when I was about 7 years old my parents got in a car accident. They died about an hour and a half after being hit, and the driver who hit them got away.
Before my parents died, my mom always said I had been a very interesting kid. I would stare at what seemed to be nothing, and have conversations the my "Friends".
At the age of 10 I went to live in my grandparents' old house. It was built in 1971, and is starting to fall apart. My room is on the ground floor right across from the living room. The house has always scared me due to its creaky floors and weird sounds.
Just a few weeks ago things started to get very creepy. My grandparents went out for the night and left me to do whatever I wanted to do at home. I sat down to watch a movie and about 15 minutes later the lights turned off in the living room and then came back on. It did that for 3 minutes then stopped. At that point I was thinking "What the hell is going on here?" I went to get up and check it out, but right as I got up I heard a voice say "It's not fun being home alone is it?" and then it's as if everything just went dead quiet, and nothing ever happened.
When my grandparents got home I told them what happened. They told my everything was going to be fine, and that the lights flicker sometimes. That was not the case. It's only happened two more times after that. I know it's not very exciting, but it was scary.