The hallway

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We looked at eachother for minute, both of us getting a little worried.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked

Cartman shrugged and looked forward to the hallway that followed the front door. I knew what he was thinking and I didn't want to go any farther in this mansion then we had too.

"I'm sure there must be a back entrance," Cartman said thinking out loud

"Or, there could be people waiting for us or worse," I said trying to hide my fear

"Stan, don't be a wuss,"Cartman smirked "What you think there's gonna be monsters or something."

"Guess you're right, after all we have to go home soon, it's father's day weekend."

I didn't notice the sudden sad look on Cartman's face and just beckoned him to follow me into the hallway. It was a narrow dark more like corridor type hallway. The walls were a very dark red and the floor a mahogany brown with a dark purple carpet covering most of it. There were hundreds of rooms and paintings with people who seemed to follow us with their eyes. It was nothing more than just a sterotypical ghost story hallway. I hate to admit, but I was scared though I needed to keep my cool.

We walked for a little while, until we realized we were going in circles. Nothing seemed different each time we thought we were going in a different part of the hallway we were wrong.

"Maybe, we should enter one of the rooms," Cartman said

"I don't know," I said "We don't know what's in them."

"Well we are not gonna find out by just walking in circles, come on."

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