As I stepped up the porch my mind was flowing with thoughts mostly saying- "What the hell are you doing, Ashley?!" I ignored them. I honestly had nothing to live for, my dad is a freaking alcoholic and I basically have no one else. As I walked the stairs creaked and the wooden planks on the floor squeaked. I stepped on the withering doormat that said- "Welcome!!!" Yeah right. I peeked through the dusty glass, but the dark curtains were there, blocking my view. I walked back to the door. I stared at the doorknob for a few seconds. My heart was racing but for some reason, I felt like I had to do this. I don't know why, but I had to. I grabbed the rusty doorknob, and before I even turned it, it opened quickly. My heart skipped about 200 beats. I almost fell off this damn porch, but I caught a grip on the door. I stared in the dark room. It was literally almost complete blackness, like I was staring into some sort of abyss. "Well then.." I said in a whisper. I stepped into the dark area. I didn't move another inch until about a minute. I felt an extremely cold burst of wind, and to my surprise the door slammed shut. I tried twisting the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge, and the windows wouldn't budge either. "Shit, shit, shit!!" "Well, just my luck. Just my fucking luck."
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HorrorA girl killed her parents on Halloween night 2007, and rumor has it that the house is haunted. The house was never bought and it never will be. The kids that go in there, never come back, but on October 29th, 2014, a brave, 18, year old girl by the...
