Sick house syndrome
I’m Emily, and my family is moving to Washington, where it is very cold but I hate cold! We arrived at new house where we’ll live. It’s big and spacious inside, better than the old house. But strangely, it’s cheaper. I’m different from other students of my age; I’m interested in designs, interior, and furniture. I looked around my room and I am satisfied, but as long as I avoid the sick house syndrome. When I have this syndrome, the new house’s smell, paint, and air make me sick, and make my skin to develop an allergy.
At night, something silently passed besides me, but I just ignored it and went to bed. In the middle of the night, I woke up chilly and there was a girl in front of my bed! It was a ghost. “Cawwwwwww!!” I screamed. Her skin was covered with blood and she kept on scratching herself. She was almost going to cry and her eyes were filled with anger. Later, she disappeared, so I thought I was safe and I would be okay. However, the ghost appeared every midnight, every time she was scratching her skin, every time her skin got more disgusting, and bloodier. Every day before I fell asleep I began to experience insomnia.
At school, I have one very firm friend called Erin. “Emily, what happened to your skin? Your skin is like, sick.”
“I’m having a hard time these days, because of the sick house syndrome.” I said quietly.
“Oh, that’s too bad, where do you live?” Erin asked.
“My house is in middle of the forest, the house with the brilliant blue roof, you would know.”
“Whaaat? You live there? It’s a mystery house; do you know the curse of that house?”
“The Curse?”
“Yeah, that house is strange, it’s been almost 60 years since it was built, but still it’s like a new house.” Erin explained vividly. “And every time people move into that house, they committed suicide, because of the sick house syndrome, they couldn’t endure it.”
“Tell me more about the curse.” I asked again with shivering voice.
“I don’t really know much about that house, but I heard that the first person who died in that house was very hyper and greedy person who had a serious sick house syndrome. She was having a sick house syndrome allergy and then it got disgusting over time. So she committed suicide. But she didn’t want to die alone so she always appears in that house and scared people. That’s all I know.” The story that Erin told me was like a story of horror movie, but it happened at my house.
Strangely, when I came back home after school, my dog died. “Sandy,,,,,,” I couldn’t say anything, and it was very shocking to me. Sandy was enthusiastic until yesterday, she didn’t eat anything wrong, and she was just okay. More shocking was she was covered with blood. What mom said was Sandy suddenly started to scratch herself, she kept on scratching, but it didn’t seem to be working, so she hit her head on the hearth concrete wall. With Sandy’s death, the curse of the house began.
Next day, my skin developed an allergy again and it was extremely itchy, So, I scratched my allergy as hard as I can, but it only became itchier every second. I kept on scratching my skin, but I couldn’t stand it, and I threw myself into the hearth. There I was burning inside of the hearth, but it was not itchy anymore.
…what happened next?
I was still alive. When I woke up, I was lying on an uncomfortable bed and smell of alcohol intoxicated me, and my body was covered with a shinny ointment. When I gently sat properly, there was a mirror in front of me, and in the mirror; there was a mummy instead of my face. “Emily, are you okay?” my mom whispered to my ears. “Oh, sweetie, we moved to a new house, this house will not make your skin to develop an allergy again. You don’t have to worry about sick house syndrome anymore.” Yes, this house was great. I saw fresh, greenish trees outside and flowers dancing through the windows. The weather was fantastic also, no clouds, not cold weather, warm and sunny. The sun was shining on me and made me feel relaxed.
When I woke up from this happy dream, I could feel that my body was warm and when I slightly opened my eyes…”Emily! Emily! Emily!!! Oh my god, honey, honey!” my mom was in front of me and screaming at me. I could feel that my body is melting in the hearth like a soft ice cream. I felt warm. My eyes slowly closed. I fell into a sleep deeply, very deeply, forever…
A boy asked his mom about this mystery house, while he was walking besides, “Mom, why people keep commit suicide in that house?”
“Well,, it’s kind of scary, that house has a curse of sick house syndrome.”