Home

I have moved two times. The first house I lived in I can barely remember mostly because I was five when we moved. I don’t think I cared that we were moving. All I can remember is the basement because there was a big bed that I lost a lot of things in. A few years ago we moved into my current house. I have no idea what year it was made in and I’m pretty sure it is haunted because sometimes I hear old jazz music but it could have been my little brother. He uses my dad's old phone at night. My room is also beside a creepy closet with one door, but in the closet there is another door. I love my home more than anything and I hate the idea that some children don't have a home. I'm so grateful I have a home.