I went straight to my room. My sister saw me and asked me what the fuck I was doing with all the random shit I had bought. I told her to just leave me alone and to stop cursing. I mean she was only 12 but whatever I walked away from her. I love my sister but right now I have shit I need to do. I walked up the stairs and looked at the gross wallpaper in the stairwell. Honestly it wasn’t as bad as I used to think it was, but that’s probably because I’m going absolutely insane. I walked past my sister and parents' rooms when I noticed that my sister's door was open. I was jealous because she had already unpacked most of her stuff. She even had her bed up. I guess that’s another thing I should do tonight. I mean it's only about 3pm. When I got to the second stairwell I noticed something underneath a part of the wallpaper but just shook it off for the moment. When I finally got to my room I put my new stuff down in my big ass closet. I really didn’t need my mom or dad to walk in and see this shit they would definitely be concerned. I really don’t need them to scold me for this. For now I decided to just hide it and hope. I've got other shit I need to do right now. I decided the first thing I would do is set up my bed. I had to drag a big heavy box into my room. For a split second I wished I had help but I'm a big kid. So I ripped open the box and got all of the bed frame pieces out. Thankfully my dad had left tools in the box for me as well. As I was putting my bed frame together I noticed a floorboard that was slightly loose. I decided to investigate it. I lifted up the loose floorboard and it just opened up like the floor board was never attached. It was only like 5 inches wide and 2 feet long so it was a decent size board that just wasn’t attached to my floor. Thankfully the loose board wasn’t in the middle of my room but it was next to my closet door so it was a place that you wouldn't  notice unless you were looking for it. I put the board back and finished setting up my bed frame. It was pretty Dark outside from what I could tell. When I looked outside my window I noticed something that resembled a human waving to me. I couldn’t move away from the window. There was no point it had already seen me. The figure looked like a shadow but I could see its red glowing eyes staring at me. After a few minutes of staring at this shadow thing it walked backwards back into the woods. It was still staring at me. I felt uneasy. Was it watching me? I couldn't turn away. I have no idea what would  happen if I turned away so I stared at it waiting for it to disappear into the woods. When it finally disappeared into the trees I closed my blinds and turned my focus back to my bed. I had to drag my mattress into my room still. I went out into the hallway to grab it when I glanced down the stairway. I then remembered the stuff I had seen under the wallpaper. I decided that it was now or never. I walked up to the stairwell when I started to feel like someone was watching me. I tried to shake the feeling off as I walked down the stairs but I just couldn't. When I got to the middle of the stairwell I stood and looked at the stuff on the wall. It looked like writing but I needed to rip away more of the wallpaper. I just really hope my mom won’t be mad at me for it. I slowly started to rip away more of the ugly wallpaper. I was being as careful as possible just in case there was something written on it as well. I'm thankful I didn't need to rip away too much wallpaper, only a few inches but it was still quite a bit. I saw the words and just knew I needed to write them down. I ran back to my room as fast as I could and I swung open my closet door. I grabbed one of my new notebooks, unlocked the little lock and somehow managed to find a pencil. I went right back to the stairs where the writing was and wrote down what was on the wall. It was a sketchy handwriting and the letters were sharp in a way. It was a name? But not my name like with the locket. It looked to spell out mary nixon all I know is I dont know a fucking mary nixon. It was weird why the name Mary Nixon was on the wallpaper of this gross ugly ass house. I was looking at the name I had written in my notebook when I got the instant feeling of fear. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up and I wanted to get out of the stupid stairs. So I gathered all the courage I could and sprinted up the stairs and back into my room. I slammed my door shut so hard you would have thought someone had shot a gun. I stood with my back against the door for a solid 5 minutes.  I was terrified and I have no idea why it's like I have information I'm not supposed to have. 

As I went to go to my freshly put up bed frame I remembered that I still needed to grab my mattress from the hall. I almost decided to just wait until tomorrow morning, but I really don't want to sleep on the floor again so I had to push away every thought in my head that was telling me to not leave my room. I grabbed onto the doorknob, and sat there for a few minutes. Warning signals were going off in my head. It was now or never. I twisted the handle and swung my door open. I was terrified that something would be waiting for me out in the hall, but I didn’t see anything. I let out a sigh of relief and walked out into the hall. I was still slightly afraid of what had happened just before but I was on a mission. I really wanted to finish setting up my room so I could focus on what was going on in the woods. I started walking towards the mattress that was set up against the wall. I slowly crept up to it as if something was going to jump out and eat me. Thinking like that isn't helping my anxiety either. When I finally grabbed my mattress and started to slowly drag it back to my room I realized how hard it would be to drag it. I tried to pick it up but realized that I’m too weak to carry it like that. How sad. I stuck with staging it thankfully I didn’t have very far to drag it. I got close enough to my room to stop and take a quick break, and also open my door because for some reason I closed it I guess. I walked up to my door when I heard someone walking up the stairs. I was terrified my body was shaking and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move. It was like my feet were glued in place. I heard a voice calling my name but I was too scared to listen so I covered my ears with my hands. I shut my eyes really tight so that if there was something coming upstairs I couldn’t see it. I almost jumped out of my skin when something had snuck up behind me and tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around so fast that I almost gave myself whiplash. I almost screamed. Out of nowhere someone put their hands over my mouth. I looked at them and thankfully it was just my stupid sister. I feel almost silly for having reacted like that. She asked me what I was doing so I told her I was trying to move my mattress into my room she offered to help me and I told her to fuck off. I started to drag my mattress into my room. I kinda regret not asking for my sister's help now but it’s too late. I was on my own for this. I leaned my mattress up against my bed frame and took a quick break. I stood there for a minute before finally putting my mattress on the frame. It was a slight struggle but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I stood back from my bed to look at it. I was proud of myself for doing this alone.