This is a excerpt from "The study", a short story from one of my fellow writers, John Mantle. It contains the first paragraphs, as an introduction to the story:
"Today, one year later, I’m back at this dreaded house. I know I shouldn’t be saying such a thing about my parents’ house, specially when they are still living here, but I really can’t help it.
I has just been one year ago since I finally left home (one of the happiest moments in my life) and, despite the time elapsed, I still feel uncorfortable when I think about the last years I lived with my parents. Many of us have grown up watching docummentaries and movies on haunted houses, or houses whose owners thought to be haunted. Until just a few years ago, I used to laugh at such stories, which I always credited to bored people, or people who just wanted to draw some attention. Until I began experiencing unexplainable phenomena myself.
It all began without warning, and without a cause I could identify. A psychologist would have surely diagnosed me with some sort of anxiety attack, but there was nothing in my life which could justify such an attack. First time, it came out of nowhere, after a long day with no special events. When it began, I was in bed, thinking about my day, as I usually do every night."
"Today, one year later, I’m back at this dreaded house. I know I shouldn’t be saying such a thing about my parents’ house, specially when they are still living here, but I really can’t help it.
I has just been one year ago since I finally left home (one of the happiest moments in my life) and, despite the time elapsed, I still feel uncorfortable when I think about the last years I lived with my parents. Many of us have grown up watching docummentaries and movies on haunted houses, or houses whose owners thought to be haunted. Until just a few years ago, I used to laugh at such stories, which I always credited to bored people, or people who just wanted to draw some attention. Until I began experiencing unexplainable phenomena myself.
It all began without warning, and without a cause I could identify. A psychologist would have surely diagnosed me with some sort of anxiety attack, but there was nothing in my life which could justify such an attack. First time, it came out of nowhere, after a long day with no special events. When it began, I was in bed, thinking about my day, as I usually do every night."
