So
This is the wonderfully eerie view out from my bedroom window.
It is the attic of a playhouse next door.
With which, was filled the toys, dolls, clothes, furniture and more of an (long since dead) woman's deiced child.

How do I know this? I was curious, and did a little exploring.
Just to forewarn you: I like to pretend I'm a serious and thrilling novelist.
But everything I've written is true and happened to me.
Whether you want to believe it, or call it pish posh is up to you.
So beings the short and boring story of the haunted place that I live.

The Playhouse

I had recently moved into my room, and over the next few weeks I noticed a little white chair that was seated at the edge of the bare faced playroom across the fence.
It was rather creepy, I must say; but was even more intriguing to me, because I'm a horror movie addict; anything remotely disturbing I'm interested in immediately.

My room is a very cold and barren place decorated with antiquated, odd, and morbid pieces hear and there. It's reminiscent of a hospital room, I'm told; but I like it that way.

On a chilling winter morning in '06 I opened my window and cleared away the fog, to find a colorful little thing lying below the chair that stared there at my window.
I have horrible eyesight; so I decided to see what child’s merriment my next door neighbor had left lying in the decrepit two story playhouse...

(Spearing all the thrilling jazz of me walking..ect.)

I climbed the giant oak that protruded through the wood fence in my backyard, and swung over, trespassing into my neighbor's backyard. To my surprise, the house was considerably demolished on the back side that no one ever saw.
It was empty and open, with broke pieces of wood lying in heaps with overgrown gardens and veins covering everything in there path.

I made my way over to the playhouse, stumbling through the weeds and debris.
Carefully balancing miscellaneous objects that I found in the yard; I made a short staircase just tall enough for my 4ft 9in self, to wrap a water hose around a beam on the second floor of the backless and desolated child's room.
I pulled myself up with a struggling "oomph", and fell hard and flat across the dusty wood floor. I blew dust off my face and lifted my head to see dozens of black bags, kiddy furniture, and a few dated suitcases from around the 40's. In complete shock to find that the playhouse had been abandoned for years; but in excitement to rummage through the unknown. I ripped, pried, slung, and poured until there was a field of slightly rotted and faded assortment of toys, dolls, clothes, and much more.

I loaded up the eccentric finds, and brought them down to rest in my bedroom.

I found out later that the lady that lived there died five years after her daughter died at the age of six.
The house has been passed through the family, but no one has dared to make it there home since there deaths;
And for more than 60 years it has sat and rotted away from its former elegance.

Now, my best friend's family is planning to move in and restore the old place.
I bid them good luck, because since I've lived here I've had numerous terrifying experiences of haunting poltergeist and strange things happen in my room at night.

What I don't understand is why they would want to move in.
After all, it was Mrs. Hamilton (the mother of the family that's moving in) that came rushing to my house at four in the mourning after receiving a horrifying phone call from me; screaming that my house was in shambles from wall to wall after I was attacked by demons.
I spent the week at there house, night after night, completely terrified of going home.

And when I left I left a piece of the evil that had been haunting me at there house, and they too experienced what I did.

So why...would the want to move into the cause of this all? lol

And yes, It's all true; Believe it or not? That's your decision.

I'm aware i sound like a crazy person.
whatever. xD
I'm just a perfectly sane person; that has had some pretty in-sane things happen to me lol

I've grown to like the morbid air that surrounds me and my lovely house.