Vanessa Nelson

Hill? ... anyone?

Lisa: I heard some people call it Horror Hill.

Rose: Why?

Lisa: Because people were murdered there. Also there are
ghosts that come out on Halloween to get revenge on their
murderers or just to haunt someone.

Me: Is this true, because that’s where my dad died.

Rose: Probably.

Me: Wait, I got to hang up. My mom is coming.

Click.

“Kelly pack up!” my mom yelled.

“OKAY!”

The next day was really cloudy. It was Saturday. My
mom was yelling at me because I got up late. She took my
suitcase and threw it in the backseat.

“Get in the car.”

“I’m not sitting in the backseat

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’'m not! I’m sitting in the front where I always

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sit.”
“Isaac is sitting in the front! DO I MAKE MYSELF
CLEAR?” and then she slapped me across the face.

“Yes ma’am.” I hate her, I thought, I really hate her.

The drive to Hollow Hill was about two hours from
Denver. It was long and boring. My brother kept playing his
stupid music all the way there.

When we finally got to Hollow Hill, my mom calmed
down and was singing and smiling. Good, she’s in a good
mood, 1 thought. We pulled in at Grandma’s house, and she
was waiting outside with Grandpa in a wheelchair.

“Come here my little lollipop.” With those words she
pointed to Isaac.

“Grandma! Grandpa! Isaac ran over to them and
hugged and kissed them. After he was done it was my turn. Oh
no, I’'m too old to be kissed! I thought.

Dinner that night was terrifying, everyone was quiet. I

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