You know how they say when someone dies or is killed with extreme anger there soul will linger at the place where they were killed. Well that’s true you want to know how I know that its cause my house is hunted…….with my soul yea that’s right I’m dead.


Ok maybe I came on a little too strong let me start off by telling you more about me, my name is October Faith Raven, yea I know it’s a hippy name, but whatever that’s not the point. I’m 27 years old and I love all kinds of music, and as of I believe next Friday I will have been dead for 8 months now I bet your wondering how did she die and if you’re not wondering that well then you need to.


It all started about ten months ago, I was getting some freaky phone calls but the person wouldn’t say anything. So after two weeks of that I had the cops trace the call they were coming from a pay phone outside a Walgreens. What is it about Walgreens that makes people act dumb? I bet if I was skinnier and had melons instead of grapefruits the cops would have done even more like review the sincerity camera and see who was calling me.


But any way back to the story after the cop thing the calls stopped for a month. Then one day I’m just sitting on my bed reading Bone Crossed by Patricia Briggs and listening to nightmare by A7X one of the best bands ever, but any way I thought I heard something down stairs. Now in know what you’re thinking don’t go down there black girl that’s where the killer is. That’s not true so just be quiet and listen.


So like I said I heard something so I grabbed my b-b-bat and went down stairs I looked every were and didn’t see anything wrong. So I headed back upstairs in to my room and pressed play on my zune.(A/N:Yea thats right a zune not an ipod. I have a zune and i'm proud of it) so I can finish nightmare. When I felt something hit me in the back of the head, next thing I know some guy has his hands wrapped around my neck. I tried to punching him and even tried to press his eyes but that just made him press harder on my neck harder I did get a bit of joy when I was able to scratch him on his eye deep enough to where I knew he was not going to be able to see out of it anymore. But it really didn’t do me any good cause everything started to go black and the last thing I hear is M.Shadows say nightmare.


Next thing I know I wake up on the floor in my room my TV, computer, and all the rest of my junk was gone. I ran down stairs to see some guy and a girl and this woman in an ugly orange blazer talking to them about how nice the house is and how sad it was that the girl that lived hears died. I have no clue what they were talking about so I ran up to the girl and grabbed her shoulder and started yelling at her and telling her that I’m not dead. But all she did was turn and look at me them turned back around and said something about cold touched her. So I pushed the guy and started yelling at him. Then he looked horrified and grabbed the girl hand and they ran out the door. The lady sat down at the table and put her hands in her face saying something about hoping the house isn’t hunted.


That was about the time I found out that people weren’t playing a trick on me. Then I just sat on the floor and started to cry for about two hours.


Over the next seven months people came to see the house and if I didn’t like anything about them I would push them and make things fall down. That was until HE came to see the house I’m telling you I almost dropped dead……again at the sight of one of the men that I have has a crush on ever sense I saw him live rocking out on his guitar . It was Synyster Gates from Avenged Sevenfold. I had to fight back the filling to run up to him and give him a hug. So I just sat down on the stairs and looked at him.


But the oddest thing happened when he walked past the stairs he looked right at me and asked me if I was going to view the house to. That didn’t make any sense to me so I asked him if he could see me and when he said yea I freaked out and ran upstairs in to my closet and just didn’t move for three or four hours. This can’t be right he shouldn’t be able to see me I’m dead.

And now you’re brought up to speed on my life or at least my undead life.

BRIANS POV

Well the house looks nice on the outside but the inside is another story I mean isn’t this the house were that girl was strangled to death. This might sound wrong but when they showed a picture of her on the news I thought she was hot. Oh well it’s not like the house is hunted. I hoped out the car and rang the doorbell and a lady in an ugly orange blazer answered the door. As we walked around the house she wouldn’t stop going on about how nothing was wrong with the house. I just stopped listening to her and walked around on my own when I saw this girl sitting on the stairs. When I look at her and said hi and asked her if she was going to view the house she asked me if I could see her and when I said yea she ran up the stairs. Was it something that I said? Did I have some thing on my face? She kind of looked like that girl that died. But it couldn’t be her she died…….man my mind is playing tricks on me. But she was hot. What can I say I’m a guy we have one track minds.

Notes

tell me what you think =^.^= http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=33972859 october.