The old house

Hi my name is Grace Gorge I have ginger hair and I always wear them in braids. I also have ginger freckles covering my whole faces I live with my Mum My Dad and my dog Toby. My life sounds pretty good right”  but isn't the fairy tale life. My Brother was sent of to war two years ago he writes to us occasionally mama worries if he does not reply at his normal time. I don't worry so much because I know my brother he is strong and he knows if something bad is going to happen.

I live on Harley road Papa says it was named after my great great grandfather Harley Gorge I am one of the first house on the street we have a flag flying at our house it has the union Jack on it I think it is pretty cool. Our street is one of the longest streets in town I wreck in. you know when we are close to the end of the street because Huge big trees shadow you and at the very end there is a crooked house that is missing wood panels my friends think it is a haunted house because on halloween last year there were lights going which I don't believe one bit because how would that house have power if it is missing wood panels.

It was week later I had been thinking about the old house at the end of the road and it was really bugging me so I asked some of my friends to come and check it out with me it took a lot of convincing but they came anyway. Once we had arrived I slowly walked up to the house and knocked on the door I listed for a while nobody came to the door I slowly reached out for the door handle my hand shaking I rest my hand on the handle and twist it. The door creaks, I push the door open and step back two huge rats run out.

I peep my head through to see if anything else was inside I call my friends over Charlie holds back shaking his head. When we walk in there is a kitchen with pots and pans on the ground I take a couple of steps closer i see a huge cabinet lying on the ground glass shattered everywhere. It seems that a family had lived here there were letters and photos It looked like that had just left in rush to go on holiday which is highly unlikely. I look around to see if there were any more clues about who they were. I walk into a room there were books scatter blankets on the floor and teddy bear with a tag saying Rosie in the corner I hear a noise i turn around to see a little girl hiding and scared I tried talking to hear but she wouldn't move she final stands up and starts to tell me her story.

She told me her story “My papa had come back from war early well that what he told us really he had been hiding I can remember the day it happened three big tall men dressed in the same green colour uniform with huge big boots came searching all through our house mama was crying she pushed me into my room and shut the door. I had my own mini packen attack throwing all my books and banging. They threatened to kill all our family if we did not tell them where our Papa was I missed most though because after my panic attack I leant against the wall myfaces felt stiff from the tears when I woke up mama was gone and the three men. This time I did nothing I curled up into a ball and rocked side to side I have been living here for a year now and I have learnt to live with what I have”.

From that day I would go for walks done to the old house with food clothes and water because not everybody lives a fairy tale life. My brother returned home 3 weeks ago he has some mental breakdowns  sometimes it make me sad but I think what Gabby felt when the men took her mother and think to myself I can get through this.