Ghosts these days….
They know they can't stay for long, so why bother staying here at all.

It all began when I first moved into this house with my family on June 6, 2006. Everything felt so wrong the week I moved in. I didn’t know what it was. The feeling of someone always watching your every move and yet no one was there. At first I thought it was just me, but things got worse as days passed. The first thing I saw was my clock flashing at 3:07 am. Every morning, my clock is always and I mean always 3:07 am. Every single one of my clocks in my house were at 3:07 am. It always starts to tick after 6:00 am. Is my clock running out of battery or what?
I woke up to this strange noise. The giggling, clapping, and the footsteps walking across my wooden floor. At first, I thought it was just me dreaming. There was more giggling and clapping. It must be the girls again.
“Girls, it’s way past your bedtime.” I shouted. “You have school tomorrow.”
I got off my bed and went out the room. Door to door I checked. Each and one of them was sleeping. More laughing and giggling. Children’s laughters. I looked around and nothing. Boom, crash. I walked carefully towards the staircase and grabbed a bat on the way. Out of nowhere, something hit, it pushed me and I fell down the two flights of steps. More giggles.
“Who’s there? Hello? Is anyone down there?” I shouted. Footsteps began to be louder and louder as if it’s coming towards me. Boom. I fell flat on my butt.
“Oh, hell no. Not in my house. Whatever you are, you better leave before I call Jesus!”
The next day, I called a priest to my house. I know what’s going on. There’s a damn ghost in my house and I’m not moving out. This ghost knows she can’t stay for long, so why even bother staying at all. I just bought this house. I don’t have that kind of money to be buying a whole new house.
“Indeed, there is… something here.” Father Gordy said. “I can feel its presence. There’s so much hatred.”
“Father, what are you suggesting?” I asked. “An exorcist? Like the ones people be doing in them horror movies?”
“Lord, provide this family with the strength.” Father Gordy whispered. Boom, clang. Giggles and footstep.
“NO! NOPE! I’M OUT! I’M OUT!” There Father Gordy goes, into his rusty old car.
I looked back into my kitchen. Priests these days, I thought to myself. Crash. I know something did not just break in my house. I went into the kitchen. My flower vase broke, the expensive one I bought in China. 
“Whoever you are, you are always breaking things in my house.” I shouted in the air. My daughter’s clown head doll bounced onto the table.
“Listen, listen, listen. I don’t know who you are or who you think you are, but you need to go somewhere with your childish games.” My baby’s stroller faced me. Wasn’t it in the basement?
“How did it...? Oh, hell no. I’m not dealing with this.”
I walked passed the stroller and into the living room. Is it knives I see all over the floor? Knives that can fly and stab me any moment. The hairs on my neck flied in the air. Someone’s behind me. I just know someone is. I turned around and saw a pair of bloody red eyes, smiling at me.