MY SPOOKY STORIE

This is a story that my grandma told me a few months ago and i think is pretty
fitting for this proyect.

Wen my mom and my uncles were little kids they moved to a house, it was the
cheapest house that they could find and it was bigger tan the other houses in there
so they thought it was a great deal and they moved in. The first couple of days
things were greater tan ever, the house was really good, with lots of space and in
really great place, there was some bad stuff about the house but it was because it
was old, nothing that some repairs wouldn´t fix. Then, a ocuple weeks after they
moved in, things started to get spooooooooooooooooooooky and they started to
believe that there was a poltergeist or something, doors open and lock by
themselveds, things moved from one place to anoither and they started to hear
people walking and whispering in the nights, this thing got so bad that they started
to sleep together in the living room , they even called a priest and he blessed the
house but that didn´t help at all, my grandmother told me that the steps in the stairs
felt larger tan life itself, that she was really moved by this event for some reason.
Eventually a couple of months later they moved to another house and they never
had to endure something like that again i guess.