“Who’s there?” I shout in what is probably a really stupid idea especially if whatever it is wants to hurt me. Sex I race over to a wooden chair left over from the previous owners and lifting it up I run back to window, raise the chair above my head and send it flying at the window, the chair practically disintegrates on impact with the window without leaving even a scratch on the seemingly indestructible glass. What are you talking about?” I ask her still groggy from having just been suddenly woken up from a deep sleep. I scream in fear and shock and race for the back door at a speed I didn’t know I was capable of, I don’t stop when I see the back door and instead run flat out into the door hoping to destroy it with the power of my sprinting body. The sounds continue throughout our first week of living in the house and we continue to put it down to it being an old house and slowly we start to get used to the more prominent sounds like the hollow sounding floorboard near the front door, the high pitched squeak of the fifth step on the stairs and the low pitch groan of the step at the top of the stairs.
