My Monster House

When I was child I used to play with three Friends and my elder sister; they were Catalina Javiera Evelyn and Antonio. We were used to playing in my house where there was an old house in which my grandparents lived.
The house was empty because my grandparents who lived in there were died. So it was the best place to play because we could be alone. We thought that was our house and we were a family. Javiera was the mother, Antonio was the father and Evelyn Catalina and I were the daughters.
The house was not so comfortable because, as I said, it was very old and untidy. It was built with clay brick. That material made the house chilly most of the time. One day we were having dinner with some meals made with mud and some flowers and suddenly we heard a strange sound. It was like somebody with little feet who was walking. It was really terrible, so we ran way!!
We met the next day and talked about the strange events happened. We thought the house was haunted because of the sounds. So we decided to investigate what happened in there. We told some friends the situation and they decided to help us in the investigation.
We met every day and did different thing in order to discover if the house was haunted or somebody was doing the sounds to make us scared. We were around the house every days but nobody was in there, so thought that there were ghosts in the house. The investigation became interesting for me because I thought I was a spy, but at the same time it made me afraid.
One day we decided to come in the house in order to discover if there was something. We looked each room but did not see anything so we kept in there for a moment. Suddenly we heard that something fell down in the kitchen, we went to see and there was a cup on the floor. Nobody had made it because we were all in the dinner room when it happened, so we ran away again…
I told my mother and she said”Don’t worry…Perhaps it is just your imagination”. I was really angry with her and with every adult because they never believe children!
We decided to go in the house again because we could not continue with that mystery.
So we went there and were some hours, but nothing happened. We returned the house the next day but nothing happened again. We thought that ghost had gone and we continued playing in the house normally. But one day we heard something in the ceiling… in less that one second we were outside the house. My mother saw us crying and very scared and went to see what happened. I told her the situation again and she finally believed me. So she decided to go in the house to see if there was something. We were waiting outside. I was really afraid of the ghosts, I thought they could hurt my mother but I did not dare to come in!! We were waiting for her. She finally went out. She was laughing, we asked her what happened and she told us that the sounds were not because of the ghost…but the mice!!!
Now, my friends remind that story and think it is funny, I think that as well, but I will never forget my monster house…