The more the rumors spread the more people who went to see if they were true. Some came back
either spouting about how the rumors were right or denying until their last dying breath. Still,
everyone was tied, they didn't know what to believe. One by one people went to the old house to
see if it really was haunted. Opening the creaking gate and strolling over the dead leaves. Each
step made a noise though many tried to be quiet. Creeping up to the only unboarded entrance, a
small basement window. Nobody knows who started the rumors but it sure as hell got everyone
interested. Slowly walking to the window, each step getting slower as dread builds in your
stomach. That's how those that came back described it. When you finally got up to the window
you would feel a light breeze and hear a low rumbling, less hear it and more feel it. As you
crouch down to seek in the window you see a figure, almost unnoticeable standing in the
darkness. The more you stare the closer it gets, until it luming up at you through the hole in the
wall. You stare, shocked, as it smiles. The grin widening until it looks almost unnatural. It
reaches a hand out, a red balloon pops out of the window, blowing towards you. You take that
moment to run, down the road and home. The next day you rant and rave about what happened to
anyone who will listen. Going on and on, and the cycle continues.
