" unwanted guests "

The house has been empty for as long as you can remember, but you're sure if you asked someone would tell you when the people who used to live there left.



You've heard the stories about it your little brother makes up just to scare you. That it used to be full of cannibals, or monsters, or a family that was murdered.



It's all bullshit.



But you pretend to shiver and scream when he tells you them, he's always loved scaring you.



One day he asks you to go in the house, just to see what it looks like. He's always wanted to see what's inside but being just a kid, only in fifth grade, he's too scared. You know the house is harmless but his stories must have scared him more than you.



You assure him that it's not full of vampires, or evil doctors, or werewolves, you're not going to die in there you tell him.



It's easy enough to sneak in and you have to admit, you're more scared of being caught running around a for-sale house in daylight without permission than any monsters your brother thinks might be hiding in there.



It's a clean enough house, with all the dishes put away. There is a tan chair in the corner of the living room with a red blanket draped over the back. The couch across from it looks to be of the same color and another blanket is draped over the back, this time it's a deep brown color.



There is a stack of books on a wooden coffee table by the chair. The book on top is "I am Number Four", about halfway read if the bookmark is anything to go by, and you don't bother to see what the next books are, and move back out of the house, forgetting to close the window you used to get in.



When you get back you decide to tell your brother the truth, it was boring. Just a house that no-one has bothered to buy. A pile of books that the landlord probably leaves there to make it feel homey.



Your brother tells you that the spirits just didn't like you and that's why they didn't come out. You stop talking about the house for a few days after he pesters you about it the first day. But after about a week he asks to bring him to see the inside of the house. You agree, no one has been to the house in the last week and, as far back as you can remember, never.



Of course he wants to do it in the day time, as not to scare you. You bring him, he is as underwhelmed as you were after prying the closed window you used last time open. He still wants to look around though, he wants to find the ghosts, witches, and mutants.



It's a clean enough house, with all the dishes put away except a coffee cup laying near the sink. There is a tan chair in the corner of the living room with a red blanket draped over the back. The couch across from it looks to be of the same color and another blanket is folded up up on the cushion, this time it's a deep brown color.



There is a stack of books on a wooden coffee table by the chair. The book on top is "coming home", about halfway read if the bookmark is anything to go by, and you don't bother to see what the next books are.



The two of you leave, both of you to bored to see any of the other rooms, forgetting to close the window again.The two of you don't talk about the house that much after that, all the mystery it had provided your little brother had left with the visit.



No one ever goes in or out of the house in the six months that pass until you hear your brother's friend, John telling him about the cannibals, monsters, and murdered families that live in the house.



You tell them to go into the house and see what it's like, knowing full well that your brother will do it just to scare his friend and show off.You watch them enter the house by prying the same window you used open.



The two decide to look around with John scared out of his mind. It's a clean enough house, with all the dishes put away except a spoon and a bowl in the sink. There is a tan chair in the corner of the living room with a deep brown blanket draped over the back. The couch across from it looks to be of the same color and another blanket is folded next to it on the floor, this on a red color.



There is a stack of books on a wooden coffee table by the chair. The book on top is "Go Set a Watchman", about two thirds read if the bookmark is anything to go by, and they don't bother to see what the next books are.



John trips over the blanket on the floor, almost hitting his head on the leg of the coffee table. His friend lets out a laugh"



"I don't remember that being there"