When my mom and my dad split up i got to choose which parent i wanted to live with.i choose to live with my mom because i would continue to go to the same i had been for nine years. This house we lived in was a four bedroom home, since it was only me and my mom we decided to moved into a small home. So we ended up moving in to a really nice two bedroom home.this new home had stairs, whih leads to the basement. i have a bad knee so i hate stairs.the first time i walked into our new home, i got cold chills. It had been about a week since we had arrived there, and it was around twelve o'clock and i heard someone crying. at first i thought it was my mom. her room is right acroos the hall from mine,so i sat up to see if her door was open. surely, it was and she was sound asleep. just to make sure she wasnt faking i throught back my covers to go see. when i did this almost immdetatly something ran across the hall, crying their eyes out.