Chapter 5

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When I was small, I played with my neighbourhood friends.

They were all so nice and caring yet daring. I really loved my friends.

We lived in Oregon, and it was a beautiful state.

My whole family even grandpa and grandma belonged to that state.

Although, I was 7 years old at that time and now I am fifteen, I even remember the names of my best friends, Kat and Liv.

We played hopscotch, which was a favorite game, and we played with skipping rope,

we played Chu Chu, here comes the train and all those silly games.

In our neighbourhood, there lived an old woman and everyone was afraid of her because she was just so creepy and scary, as well as I can remember.

She lived alone and we always had bets and dares that who could get her attention by destroying the lovely flower pots that she had in her small, beautiful garden.

I never took that dare because while she was angry old woman, I just didn't want to hurt her.

But Liv was as brave as tiger and one day, we all were playing Truth or Dare with a bottle, and unfortunately or should I say fortunately,

the bottle stopped on her and it was her turn to take truth or dare and like always she took 'her dare' and Kat told her to do what I was afraid she would command her to do......

Ring the door bell of Mrs. Cussons and run away, that was the name of the old woman, and she was the widow of Mr. Cussons,

he died because of colon cancer and so what I was telling that she had to ring the door bell of Mrs. Cussons and then run away, she had to do it five times, which was a big dare.

At first, she hit the door bell and came running towards us, no one came outside, second time she again went to hit the door bell and again no one came outside, she did it more then 5 times, hitting the door bell and then come running towards us.

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