When I was about 8 i moved into a big old house right by a cold creek. We got the house real cheap because it was so... lets just say not so well put together. So about 2 or 3 weeks after we unpacked and made our rooms and everything, I invited my old friend Kia over. (Even if i was horrified of the old house). We were sitting in my room and i said i'd go get some drinks from the basement. I popped off my bed and ran down the hall and down the stairs. I got the drinks and when i walked up i heard these moaning and groaning noises. so i ran up the stairs as fast as i could and ran into my room and locked the door. " Why did you do that Ana"? Kia asked me. "Do...what?" i said to her. "well first you turned the light off and i was scared to death, then your cat pounced on my back!" she said. "Oh... what a cute little cat". I said. "I never saw him before." He was a small little black cat with a white line on his neck. At 12:00 we went to bed. When we woke up we decided to go outside and sit on the swing. When we reached the screen door, my new cat i called Pibb was smashed onto the screen and his fur was sticking through the screen holes on the door. When my dad heard that we moved from the house. Someone probably lives there now. But not for long.