I dont get why people like each other, fall in love and all of those things. My name is Arista and I dont like people. I liked people before the were all brutally murdered. In thsi house if you sleep at night you die. I sleep when its daytime, and at night I hide under my covers. I hate the night I hear footsteps, whispers, screaming, and my heart starts skipping.

3PM, I had to wake up and get ready to go grocery shopping. I hate getting out of my bed, it is really comfortable. I go to the bathroom, saw myself in the mirror, and cant help to notice how much I look like zombie. I did my routine and left my room.

I walked down the hallway seeing the blood covering the walls. In day time I can still hear whispering from the dead people. I ran out the building and went to the store. I got everything I needed and walked home. I felt like if I entered home right now the dead people would kill me. So my mision now is somewhere to stay for the night, maybe I could even sleep.

It was really dark and scary, I felt like if someone followed me I could hear footsteps. I turned around to see a bunch of 15 year old boy with a baseball bat with a little bit of blood. They hit me with it in my stomach, I fell on the ground with pain. The last thing I could remember was Nicolas Pablo. I for a reason remember it, I really dont know why. I woke up in the ground it was still night. I got up from the floor and saw my clothes that were covered in

up in the ground it was still night. I got up from the floor and saw my clothes that were covered in blood. How would I get a place to stay for the night like this. In the corner of my eye I saw a sweater, I ran to get in and put it on. I went to a store that is opened 24/7 and bought new clothes and some snacks (because what she bought in the grocery shop was stolen).

I found a place to stay, it was a motel, Pink Motel. I fell asleep, and it was night. I woke up nothing happened, I did not get murdered.

I got my stuff and left the motel directly to my house. And locked myself in a room to sleep more. I woke up because of a knock on my front door. The police where there, I felt scared what if they thought I was a murdeder. They examined the house and felt the precence of the ghosts.

They examined the house and felt the precence of the ghosts. "Mrs.Clark (Arista Clark) you have to leave this house for you own good", when the officer said that I felt so happy but at the same time worried. I did not have money or friends, so no house for me I may have to live on the streets. But I thought Grit, need to have grit so I can gain money and buy a house.