As you can guess; the following morning didn't go well.

Make up your own scenario as to what happened.

Here's a start: Keywords- Yelling, arguing, threatening, and unfair bribing. You make up the rest. 

I am sorry I made the most informal mistake of prolonging the introduction of myself, but I felt the need to get those bits of past information out of the way.

My name is Felicity Sparrow, "Fee" for short. (What I look like is above). 

I am seventeen years old.

I am 5'3 with very light-brown hair that reaches just above my waist and I have sky blue eyes.

I play volleyball for my high school (Libero every year on every team which is basically the defensive passer in the middle back row) and I have acted in the Fall play and the Spring musical in theater every year. 

My brother, Jake, is sixteen. And, no, we aren't very close.

Jake is exactly 6'0 and plays basketball. That's about it. Oh, he doesn't have a girlfriend because his number one red flag is not giving the girl as much attention as they deserve and mostly keeping to himself because he's an introvert.

Hes dated two girls within his first three of years high school. Both of them attractive enough to make me envious of their beauty. Both of them didn't make it more than two months with him.

He has short dark brown hair and blue eyes like mine. He has freckles that cover his nose. If I weren't his sister, *cough cough* I'd date him just because of how cute the freckles make him look.  

This is his *cough* stupid face: 

My parents both had incredible jobs in LA (that is; before we moved).

My mom is a professional painter and her work is sold all around the world.

She looks a lot like me, but older:

And my dad is a business owner of a company that sells cars.

He looks more like Jake, but older, and has glasses:

Stoooop it. I know the descriptions are simple. But; my fingers hurt. So there.

Why would they choose to move to a state like Ohio?

Because they wanted the taste of a simple life.

That's the stupidest answer I've ever heard.

If we fast forward one week, you'll see that we have packed all of our belongings into a moving van and have made our 33-hour drive to Ohio.

And the house.

Can I even call it a house?

It literally looks like a drawing a five-year-old would have made with a big fat sharpie, and then was slapped onto a background of dead cornfields and swirling, murky gray-black skies.

I took one step out of the car, looked at the house, said; "Nope," and stomped over to a clump of dead corn stalks and moped in the fetal position until it started to downpour, and was forced inside.

My parents made the lame attempt to try and lift my spirits about living in the dreaded house, trying to make it seem not as bad as it actually is.

It didn't work.

They used words like; "Glorious", "exotic", and "charming".

I used words like; "stupid", "ugly", and (yes, this one was in my head); "probably a place where people knock each other up".

Now I'm very concerned about the dried clump of milky-white stuff in that corner...

Within the first five hours I was inside the house I found seven rats; five dead, two living, and an impossibly-large centipede in the shower drain. Don't ask why I was poking around in the drain. That's my concern.

I had to force a door open and broke the handle doing so. It wasn't worth my time or effort anyways because all that was in the room was an old rocking chair and some dust bunnies.

I walked into another room that lead to the basement which is probably infested with rats, and the door-handle fell off on its own. Seriously, I didn't even touch it. I only pressed on the wood of the door and it fell off.

I found the room I am going to be sleeping in for the time we live here and am completely dissatisfied with it. There is one door that leads to a tiny closet and there are two windows, one overlooks a barn in the neighbors field and the other overlooks our dead cornstalks.

I walked into the kitchen and screamed when I was scared by my own reflection.

I looked around to make sure no one saw and continued on my way to the living room.

And walk right into a drywall.

My head goes through the plaster and connects with the wood behind it.

Sure that I've broken my nose, I scream for help and my mom hightails to the living room and screams at me for already breaking something other than the doorknobs. As if I'm the one who did something wrong.

*SighhhhHHHH* That's my day so far.

And how's your day been? You thought you might be so lucky. 

*Twenty minutes later*

I've been trying to find a way out of this room for twenty minutes.

My room.

No, let me specify; my new room. 

My dad found his toolbox and reattached the handle to my door.

I closed myself in the room to try and get some peace and quiet.

And the doorknob fell off again.

Turns out, I started having a panic attack and couldn't get the door to open.

I was trapped.

I didn't think to scream for help.

I just jumped out the window. 

And landed in a bush.

I'm fine. Physically.

Mentally? I mean, that's debatable. 

Remember when I said that I'm 100% certain this house is demonically possessed?

We're gonna get to that part.

But first, I want you to go onto Google and search up this exact sentence (without the period): The Conjuring 3 demonic object.

Then go to where it says Images and you should see a spiky object that looks something like a wooden demon spider (whatever that is). The caption of the image should say: Conjuring 3: Lorraine Warren's Abilities & Visions Explained.

Yes, I Googled all of this and watched the entire Conjuring 3 movie on my dad's ipod. Don't judge me.

After exploring the entire house (drawing a toddler made) and some research I found out that twenty years ago (before I was born), a family of a mother, father, and their eighteen-year-old daughter named Janet Wolfe lived here. And their daughter underwent an exorcism.

If you don't know what an exorcism is, just search up: The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Then go to Images, and scroll. The facial expressions and bodily positions should explain everything.

Fine. An exorcism is when a person is being possessed by a Demon and a priest summons said Demon to Hell. That's the simple explanation. 

Moving on.

I may or may not have (but definitely did) find something extremely similar to what is shown in The Conjuring 3.

It was coincidentally found underneath a floorboard underneath my rickety bed. Coincidentally, that was the same thing that happened in the movie. 

Why is this so easy for me to say straightforward?

Because I enjoy getting things over with. 

Sometimes there's no warning. Nothing at all. 

Little did I know, this warning will come back to me the longer I stay in this house.