Inside the House

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Once I get into the house, I see nothing but darkness. I turn on my flashlight and see that the walls are covered in a black tar-like substance. I walk up to the substance and try to touch it, but Tyler holds me back.


"That's mold ya know.."


"Gross.."


"Yeah, gross. Don't touch it."


I scan the rest of the room and I see vines poking up from the floors, rotting floorboards and even a dead rat. I motion for Tyler to follow me as I start to walk out of the room, into the hallway. That's when I hear a loud screech, and I jump back into Tyler's arms.


"Calm down, it was only a cat," Tyler says, smirking. I roll my eyes at him and continue down the hallway. I see a light in one of the rooms and I walk towards it slowly.


"Bruh, my grandma could move faster than you." Tyler says.


"He could have traps set up.."


"You're being paranoid. This ain't Saw.."


"I know, but it's better to be cautious than charging through here like an angry rhino."


"Here, I'll go first."


Tyler then pushes past me and hurries down the hallway towards the door with the lights coming from behind it. He swings open the door and strides in like he owns the place. I then hear a loud thud and Tyler scream.


''What the hell are you doing in there?!''


''Nothing, I accidentally knocked over a chair and it scared me..''


''Nice going, genius!''


''Oh shut up..''


I walk into the room that Tyler just entered and I see Tyler looking at the ceiling. I look up to see that it was soaked and dripping with blood.


''Holy mother of...'' I exclaim.


''I'm going up there to check it out.'' Tyler responds


He then bolts out of the room and I run out after him.


''Tyler wait!'' I call out.


I dash out of the room an up the stairs after him. He's gonna get himself killed if he doesn't SLOW DOWN! I hurry up the stairs and find him standing in front of a room, looking pale.


"Tyler, what is it?" I ask.


He just points inside the room, with his mouth gaping open. I walk up to him and push him aside to see what he was pointing at. I scream at what I saw.

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