Chapter 1

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I always got the chills whenever I walked past the shabby old house with the crooked shutters, Nobody ever dared to go near it except for my friends and I.

Everyone thought that it was creepy. One day a couple of my friends and I walked in the house and saw stairs to the cellar. We went into the cellar and saw a shadow. the shadow showed us a secret passage way in the painting. we walked inside the painting and saw two more shadows.

"Chose a way that you want to die." The shadows said.

"AHHHH!" We screamed. So we ran up another set of stairs, out the front door, but we weren't in the neighborhood anymore....

We saw the exact people that we saw in the painting.

       When we got into the street we looked on our phones, the history of the house and we figured out that the owner drowned and has a painting in the cellar of himself.

      "Hey, guys! Look what i figured out!" I said.

      "What?" My friend Chase said.

      "On my phone it says that the owner drowned and has the painting of himself in the cellar. Just like the one we just saw!" I said.

       "Oh, that's interesting. What does the owner look like?" My friend Tamra said.

      "The owner looks like the person in the painting that we just saw!" Chase said frustrated.

      "Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry." Tamra said.

      "Okay well let's go home because its getting late and my mom is probably wondering were I am." I said.

     

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