Chapter 7

Next morning,

I woke up reluctantly and stood near my window. Sarah and Elliot where walking I saw through my window. when she looked at me she waved, I smiled and waved back.

after a while, I got a sight of the graveyard, I thought how cursed that place looks. Looking at the cemetery, there was a thought in my mind, How many people buried there, Some of them will be good, some of them will be bad. There will also be some of them who were forcefully killed or murdered.

How damned is that place?, It is bad, but it also has some good people.

WELL!, today is a big day for me. new school, new friends, I wish everything will be great a head.

I headed for shower, After getting dressed, I wore my favorite pair of jean with black crop top and jacket and my black shoes. as soon as I get dressed, I grabbed my bag and ran down to the kitchen. for my breakfast. that same routine everyday "milk with cereal". when I done with my breakfast I waited for Elliott to come. Since it was a new place, Dad had told Elliot to drop me to the school because he's well aware of the routes, it took us some twenty minute to reach my school.

It wasn't that far,

"bye, Elliott " I said and closed the door of the car.

when I got to the school I look in my surrounding, Well the building was impressive huge and beautiful. it was tanned bricked with bright blue windows.

I was walking nervously and I was trying to find my class.

"excuse me, can you please help me if you don't mind, can you please lead me to the class 12th A". I asked a tall guy, standing at the corner near the notice board with a book in his hand. as he turned behind, I lost into his blue coloured eyes. He was fair and tall with chestnut brown hair combed backward.

snapping his fingers near my face he said, "excuse me miss, how can I help you"

"ohh! sorry, I... I... I am looking for 12A class, can you help", I fumbled and replied

"Sure I'm studying in the same class, Are you a new student?, I mean you're Ally petson, if I'm not wrong?", He said.

"Yes I'm, but how do you know?".I asked.

"actually, there are rarely any new admission in class 12th, And also you live in the bungalow at Boston Hills, don't you? " He said.

"How do you know that? ", I asked.

He laughed. " it's quit popular and who doesn't know about that haunted bungalow, I'm sure you know the reason? ".

"Yes I do know the reason. But I don't believe in supernatural stuff", I said.

"That's great neither do I. Come on let's go," he said While walking I asked him his name.

"I'm Adam Edris" He said and smiled, I smiled back.

As soon as we reached the class, people started seeing me with strange eyes. I was showered with lots of questions specially about my house.

"Guy's let her step inside at least, we can play Q&A Later", the girl name Evelyn said.

I sat beside Adam, Evelyn was sitting behind us. I turned behind and thanked her. then I asked her, where she lives and it turned out next street to mine.

"why don't you guys come to my place someday", I said.

Evelyn said, "I would love to visit your place, I really don't believe in this ghost and spirit bullshit"

"Neither do I", Adam said.

Adam said, "you must be tired of listening to those same old stories again and again, aren't you".

"Yes I have heard so many of rumors about the house, it is possessed by some spirit and some weird voices that people here", I said.

She laughed and said, "you know your bungalow is famous for that family who disappeared in 19th century".

"No, I never heard anything about any family", I said.

I have heard this from my grandma, she never let us to enter even in your backyard. once we where walking when my football dropped and my ball entered your backyard, my grandma never let me in. I don't know why, but I never witnessed anything strange. "did you?", she asked me.

"leave it, you were saying something about Smith's family, tell me what about them", I asked.

"ohh! yes, There use to live Smith's family,

Liam Smith, his wife Rochelle Smith and daughter Anna Smith, my grandma use to baby sit Anna when her parents not home it's about 50 to 60 years ago when my granny was a teen. but suddenly they disappeared, people says that evil spirit took them away. after that incident my grandma never entered that house again in her whole life", Evelyn said.

"But this house belong to some Watson's family, as much as I know, I never heard about any Smith's family", I replied.

We we're discussing, when bell rang, after a while miss Sally entered the classroom, she's our language teacher . I brushed my thoughts and focused on my subject.