The house at the end of Maple Street had no inhabitants. It had them once, it was a house of shelter. People had stayed away from it though, for they feared that an evil force was behind the former inhabitants undying smiles. It had been at least a decade since the last homeowner of this house had been driven mad. The people who lived on Maple street all remember the incident, how the young heiress jumped out of the attic window with utter most excitement. She wasn't wounded when she had landed onto the ground, not a broken bone, not even a bruise. The only peculiar thing that happened to the young girl was her hysterical laughter. She had been giggling to a point where she needed to have an air tube shoved down her throat.
The people of Maple Street had a pact never to go near the house at the end of the road. The house remained bright however, and it never appeared to be worn with the age it must have had to experienced. Three boys, however, had been too young to remember the experience, or the pact that was created. These three boys had curiosity sparkling hopelessly every time they glanced upon the sight of the bright house. The date was January thirteen when the boys realized why this house had been avoided. All three had stolen a ladder from their elderly neighbors and used it to reach the window where the young heiress had attempted to fly from. They were surprised as they reached the window to see that it was open wide enough for each boy to squirm through. The sound of laughter penetrated their senses and the boys froze, glancing around in wonder of the ghostly sound. The first boy glanced over to the window to notice it was closed, and more importantly locked. None of the boys showed fear however, and examined the attic with broad smiles on their faces. They felt light on their toes, like gravity had vanished just for them. More laughter erupted from the shiny walls, and the boys couldn't help but join in with the smiling and the giggling. One boy collapsed to the floor, holding his stomach from the air stealing action of laughing, his smile never fading. The lucid image of three others laughing soon greeted the boys eyes. They felt high on their own laughing, their heads feeling lighter than balloons. None of them could feel as though they could do the easy task of breathing.
They were found in the yard of the next day, their faces bright blue from lack of air. They were unharmed, despite the fact that their lungs were having trouble functioning. They were sent to the hospital as soon as possible, and soon found themselves frightened instead of gleeful. The house has not been approached by any of the boys since. They do, however, still feel haunted whenever they hear the sound of laughter.
