I was woken up by a noise downstairs.

I was woken up by a noise downstairs. Uconsciously I looked round the familiar but strange bedroom. My sight stopped on the clock. It was almost midnight. Moonlight was shining through the curtain on the window, making room mysterious. I slowly began to recall what had happened the previous day.

It had been the day of great changes. I finally had moved house. I had been wroking very hard all the day and had ended this removal hell only thanks to my best friends help. After all necesarry work ended we had made a small house-warming party to ourselves to celebrate that end of our heroic fight with dust and dirt.

I was lost in thouhgt when I suddenly heard again a strange noise that had awoken me. Terrified I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the bedroom. On the coridor I met my friend, frightened like me.

?Have you heard that strange noise downstairs?,? I asked.

?Yeah,? my friend mumbled. ?It was frightening. I?m scared,?

Our conversation was broken by the noise, more loud and horrific than before. We ran downstairs and abandoned the house with a scream. Stopped just in front of a neighbours house we couldn?t catch a breatch.

An old women- my nearest neighbour went out of her house. She asked what had happened and why we had made such a clamour. When we told her about the strange scream she invited us to her house to stay overnight. The women made some tea and told us the spine-chilling story of my new house. After her tale I knew why I had bought the house so cheap. And I didn?t know how will I spend there the next night without a fear.