Old House in Dormanstown
When my mom and dad split up, me, my brother and my mom went to live with my nana and granddad. They both lived in a old house in Dormanstown. The man that used to live there told stories about him going to the toilet one night and going back into his bedroom which had changed, no-one never knew if it was true because he was always on drugs. He said that when he went into his room it was all decorated like a Victorian house.
My brother was only 10 at the time, but one night he woke up screaming. When my mom ran into his room to see what was wrong, his bed was shaking like crazy. My mom didn’t tell me what happened until we got out of the house, she just told me he had a bad dream.
One day my granddad and uncle were sat on the sofa. They both looked out of the corner …