So recently, your parents bought a new house in Texas. You don't know why, but your parents and you were the first people who bought the house after a tragic murder happened. Apparently, the daughter of some priest who first lived in this house died over 50 years ago. The cause of the girl? She got shot in the face by some sick old killer. The priest and his wife? You don't know, nor care.

After a month of being in this new house, strange things have been happening, you always had a feeling of being watched, things were getting knocked over, but by the sound it was by accident. You got suspicious and told your parents, but they said that it was because it's an old house. You then tried to believe it, but it was getting harder to ignore them. But things were getting stranger, every time you got back home from school, your bed was made when you forgot to made it, sometimes your homework was suddenly done and all the answers were correct, your clothes were folded up and in the right place in your closet, you found it very suspicious and nerve-recking.

On a normal Friday evening where you usually get home from school, you heard a sound from upstairs. You ignored it as you then put your backpack on the table and grab your lunchbox out of it. But you then heard another sound. You then stopped mid-motion of washing your lunchbox, you then dried your hands before you went up the stairs, slowly and quietly heading to where the sound was heard, your bedroom, you tensed up, grabbed a revolver from your dad's closet, thinking it's an intruder. You then opened your door quietly, seeing a girl in an oversized light blue shirt with white, black and red striped on it and probably used as a pyjama, grabbing the books that fell on the ground.

"Shoot, why does this always happen?"

You heard the girl speak in a thick southern accent but soft voice. You then took a step closer to her.

"What are you doing here, you creep."

You said, pointing the gun at her, the girl immediately tensed up and looked at you, now focusing on you.