I was about 19 when I cleaned out the attic. I just moved into a newly purchased house in the woods. The owner died and had no family, so no one moved his things. I found mostly old books and photos, one photo stuck with me, I don't know why, but I had an uneasy feeling about it. I assumed the old man owned it before me and his wife. After I finished it in the attic, I hung it as a memorial to them. Later that evening I had a housewarming party. It was just a couple of my friends and we hung out for a few hours. We were sitting on the couch watching TV when one of my friends got up and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. Reaching into the refrigerator, he takes a drink and closes the door and sees a bearded man blind in one eye. "you have to go out." the old man said my friend Adam dropped his drink and the glass shattered on the floor. “what the hell man?” he said angrily. The old man kept saying you have to get out of here." "No, you have to get out of here." Adam said throwing a punch at the old man. The old man disappears and Adam slips on the puddle of soda. Adam looked for something to hold on to but grabbed a knife from the counter as he fell. The knife stuck in his neck. We hear him fall in the other room and we run to make sure he's okay, only to see him lying there with a message on the wall in blood that says "I told him to get out." "What's going on?" I thought to myself. Horrified, my friend Jack called the police. "You need to get here as soon as possible," Jack said as he walked into my bedroom. Jack looked up and saw a man in a suit in Victorian clothes looking him in the eye. Jack dropped the phone and ran towards the door. The man raised his arm and closed the door before Jack could get out… middle of paper… goes to modern times. I see my friends sitting on the couch. Adam got up and went to the kitchen, I tried to stop him but it's like he walked past like he wasn't listening. I follow him into the kitchen. see the bearded man talking to him. I see Adam go to punch him. I grabbed his arm and he slipped causing his death. I wrote the message as a warning to my friends when they find it. I'm there to see all the events of the night happen. I'm starting to smell petrol. I run into the living room to see Jack pouring gasoline on the house. I looked at my hand and saw the knife that killed Adam. "No, I can't." I thought to myself. After a bit of a struggle I finally gave in and stabbed him. I threw it into the lake along with all the others. I stayed in the house watching people come and go. I have come to the conclusion that this is and always will be my home.