This started with a 13 year old named Ally but ended in horror.
I live in a house with my two brothers and my parents. My older brother is 15, my younger brother is 10. My Mom is 40 and my Dad is 42. I lived in an apartment in the woods but there was a demon named sallie who attached itself to me. Me and my family moved to a house to get away from it all and life has been going great.

Sallie was a creepy demon I had only seen in photos. She was a little girl who had turned into a demon. She always wanted attention and got jealous when you didn't give it to her. She gets more powerful the more you think about her. She died from a stampede of animals running over her which is why she hates animals so much. In the photo she's a little girl in a blue dress. She has ginger hair with blonde highlights, her face was pale and body was oddly skinny and she was on her knees holding a dead puppy. She hated puppies. She had black shoes with white socks. Her legs were bent outward like she had dislocated legs. Her arms were crossed with her holding the puppies bloody paw in her hand.

I finally reach our new house, We grab our suitcases and bags and scurry into the house. The house is old but very clean. I observe the porch. The walls are white and concrete ground with very old fashioned pillars on the side. They look like they are about to fall off. My door is dark red and the windows are gray and tinted almost like an abandoned house.
The living room is carpeted, its couches are old, black and very cold, the walls lacked color and looked very chilling. It wasn't the best, it felt creepy and off but it was very homie. As I walked in the smell of burning flesh and garbage filled the air, it was horrible. But I proceeded,
The kitchen had a small window above the sink. It was very dark and gave me chills. The table was wooden with white tiles. The counters are made of marble and wood.
To the left was a small room and a window. The walls were teal with a little white doorway
. To the right is an old door with stains all over it. It was the basement. Creaky old wooden stairs, tiled windows, muddy floors, empty shelves with only one this written on it. Sallie, I figured it was from one of the previous owners. So many holes and dents in the walls and a dirt floor on the left side. A wooden walkway covering another room. A shaggy wooden crawl space with a lock.
When I ventured up stairs I felt a small tug on my shirt. I...