Narrative: Body Paragraphs

Narrative Essay. By Anthony

“Who’s there?” – No answer.
The second house I remember moving into was an interesting house. It was easy to see why, unless you didn’t live in it for a while.

“Why do you always steal candy that I buy?” my mother always told me. I knew exactly why she said it to me. Something in the freezer was missing and I loved to get into it. I was the notorious thief that they couldn’t catch, only accuse. I knew I was guilt for some of them, but I blamed my little sister for the rest of them, knowing that she wouldn’t without me.

“I don’t steal it.” Nobody would believe me. I would usually find it by the washer, in a dark corner, and throw it away. That’s where they would catch me, the worst part. That’s why they would blame me almost every time something wasn’t right.

“You never believe me.” They never did believe my sister or I. We were the only ones who would take the candy. Everybody else was my mom’s little angel. They never realized that it wasn’t always my sister or I. We just seemed to be there at the wrong time.

“Who’s there?” – No answer--. There was never an answer. I could swear that I saw something there although I could never prove it, especially when I wanted to. There was one time I saw something out of the corner of my eye that decided to give me the chance to turn my head in time. They were always over by the washer in the dark room.

“I swear I saw something there.” My mom only believed me when she saw an old man that wouldn’t go. She had previously seen something, looking like one of my brothers, go into a closet and not come out, but not be there either, when she came and looked in it. I don’t get how she didn’t believe me.

“An old man used to live there”. one of our neighbors told us. NO. That verified it.