This story takes place in little Ozona, Texas. We lived in this house in Aug. 2004 for only two weeks. The first time I set foot in that house, I got that strange feeling but just didn't think anything about it. Finally, we moved in. We set up everything in the house, and had our first supper of Fried Chicken on the living room floor.
We didn't real live like a family in this house. First of all, we all made our living room our big bedroom. I only fell asleep in my bedroom one time because there was a man in the doorway. Before I tell you anymore we had a newer and older part of this house. The newer part had the living room in it, and the older part had the Kitchen, Dining room, Three Bedrooms, and two baths.
This is the weird part. Four days after we moved in, I had to start 1st grade. All was fine for about a week, I liked my teacher and I was making new friends. The second week was a different story. I didn't want to go to school, I wouldn't let my new step dad take me anywhere, my mom always had to, but she was working days at the Care Center (6am to 6pm) so that was hard. This got so bad, the Principle had to walk me into school with me crying! I was acting like a evil little girl! That made my mom so scared! She missed her sweet Barbie playing girl.
After that second week, we found a trailer house because the person we rented the house from raised the rent. The day we started moving, I was as sweet as can be, and as we pulled away I couldn't believe my eyes, out of the front window, a Man, Woman, and little Girl stood there just staring... With evil eyes.
The new trailer house... That's a different story.