Sometime later I was in Maine on my way to my new house. I lived by myself so it was easy to pack up and go. I had stopped a few times on my way up to Maine, and now I was in Bangor. I stopped for dinner and continued to make my way to my new house.

It was 10 o’clock by the time I had gotten there and the house was the first thing that had caught my eye. It looked like one of those old houses that rich people live in. From what I could see, the siding of the house was made of pinewood, and the smell that gave of from it made me think of the pine and oak trees in New York. Walking up the stairs and onto the porch, I got this feeling that I was being watched but I had blown it off because I had thought that it just might be a new house feeling. Mr. O’Hara had said that there was a key in the mailbox, but when I pulled into the driveway, I did not see one in there. It was not until I got to the door that I saw a hanging mailbox by the door, and when I looked inside, to my surprise, I saw that there was an old rusty key sitting at the bottom of the mailbox. At first, I didn't think that the key would fit into the lock, but when I had put that key into the lock, it had seemed to fit. With a little pressure, the key turned, and then snapped as the door unlocked.

“Shit,” I said as I opened the door with a creek.

The inside of the house was surprisingly clean for not being lived in since the beginning of November. There was a 55-inch flat-screen T.V above the fireplace, which sat on the far side of the living room. A coffee table and a blue recliner sat not far from the fireplace. In the walkway between the living room and the office was a stairway that led upstairs. There sat an old-looking computer in the office, and when I looked in there, it seemed to be on. I sat my stuff down, and I walked over to see what might have turned it on, and when I looked it seemed to have an unopened email. I opened it and when I read it, I had chills down my spine.

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“Welcome to the house!” the email said, and when I looked to see who had sent it, it said that there was no sender id.

“Well, I guess someone knows I moved in here and wanted to say hello,'' I said to myself and went upstairs to go to bed.

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The next morning I got up and started bringing my things into the house: chairs, tables, living things. I still had a strange feeling about the computer, so I had gotten up the courage and looked at the computer again. This time it was more than one email, but most were the everyday email, coupons on stores, news articles, and another email by this mystery person. This one seemed to be less well planned, but still sent chills down my spine.

“Have you learned the house as I have yet?” this email said.

I did not answer it and felt like something was wrong here. I had to make my way into town today, so I figured I would buy some security cameras at the hardware store while I was there, and even if it was nothing it is not bad to have a set of cameras for the house anyways.