“You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you!” As I’m walking away.

I hear this and I am shaking wondering what it means.

We are in a grave yard after a funeral cold with sadness in the air.

I turn around and the voice is gone, no one is around.

It’s spooky and caught my attention for a few days thinking about who it could be till I saw signs.

I am at my house that I inherited from my grandmother who passed away a few years ago in a big car wreck on an old bridge that caused the whole thing to go up in flames.

Thinking on what or who could have said that.

I noticed that things had been going missing or moved around the house.

My older sister who lived with my grandmother till I got the house had passed away a few days ago and had been sick for a few years was a mean spirited person who always picked fights with everybody and was never satisfied with anything.

We never got along and I had always felt that way from a young age.

We were two completely different people.

I was always the favorite that excelled in sports and made a lot of friends in school and she was just trying to get through and that hurt her with our parents who eventually kicked her out of the house for bad grades and not spending time with the family.

That made our relationship completely fall off to where I never saw her, not even at Thanksgiving or Christmas.

I didn’t see her till our grandmother’s funeral, I tried to go up to her and say hi where she said hi in a mean but sad tone.

I said it was nice to see her and her response was “Why are you trying to be nice to me?”

I quickly ended the conversation and walked off till I saw her again at where a lawyer was talking to us about the will.

Everyone would assume that she would be getting the house due to the fact that she had been living there almost all her life and she was the one who needed it but when she heard what she got she yelled “ what about the house?”

The room is quiet, you could feel how awkward and how confusing it was.

The lawyer says that it is left to Thomas.

“Me?” I ask.

“Yes.” was his reply along with all the furniture and appliances.

My sister stormed out of the room and I hadn’t seen her again, not even in the hospital when she was sick.

I know that the house had some problems with being haunted in the past but I never thought anything of it when I moved in.

So it had me thinking of who it could be that was haunting my house.

I stopped thinking of it and lived my normal life and just dealt with the missing items.

They were just small things like tooth brushes or body soap that were easily replaceable.

I am cleaning and I notice a light on in my sister’s old room and I go in to turn it off and I notice one of my t-shirts is in the closet so I go in to check it out and I see all of my items that had gone missing.

I quickly leave and go to my parents house and stay the night there.

They came with me to the house to investigate and everything in the closet was gone.

I am in shock feeling stupid sitting there while my parents are confused looking at me like I am a crazy person.

They tell me to go get sleep and then leave and then I rush back and look and all the stuff back so I put it in a trash bag and throw it away hoping that everything will go back to normal.

In the middle of the night I wake up to a crash in my sister’s old room it is the trash bag that had gotten thrown through the window glass shards all over the floor shaped in the form of letters that spell out “You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you”

I yell out “What do you want from me?”

I am packing up all my belongings while I hear something fall down.

There is a piece of paper and something is being written down on it.

It says “You are disrespecting her.”

I instantly think of my sister saying that I am disrespecting my grandmother’s house and write on the paper “It is my house she trusted me with it.”

A quick response was written “You made the wrong decision.”

I sit down on the edge of the bed talking out loud saying that I was sorry and didn’t want to do any damage.

Then a voice whispers with an old and cold tone.

It was meant for her talking about my sister.

I turn around and there is my grandmother sitting there in a torn up hospital gown with bruises and half of her hair pulled out.

I jump up, I don’t believe what I am seeing.

I am walking away slowly and the door shuts quickly while she stands up and starts walking towards me.

I try to open the door but it is locked and when I turn around she is about six or seven inches from my face staring at me with no emotion.

You are moving out of this house and never returning.

I quickly say yes and run out and leave.

I quickly come back with gasoline and a lighter and burn it to the ground and that is the last of the house.