Me and Erika stumbled through the trees. We had finally made it. I looked up at the huge house and delightful shivers ran down my spine. Erika looked around nervously. "Eli, I agreed to come and we're here so can we go home now.", she asked me, her voice just a whisper. I shook my head. "Nope. we're going inside." Her bright green eyes widened in fright and she pulled nervously at her jet black hair. She bit her lip. We looked just alike. She was my twin sister.
Tonight was Halloween and I had decided to go to the old mansion in the woods and drag my sister with me. She didn't want to, but I convinced her. Stories had it that a ghost lived in the mansion. They said it was the ghost Mr. O' Connel, the previous owner of the place. People often came back scared to death and saying that they had seen someone be possessed by the ghost. They said that the ghost would ask them why they had visited him. It was all a bunch of garbage though. I was standing in front of the house now, and everything seemed fine to me. Everything except my sister.
"Stop being a crybaby!", I snapped and grabbed her arm. She stumbled as I pulled her into mansion. Once we were inside, I let go of her arm. She rubbed her wrist and glared at me. "That hurt!", she pouted. I rolled my eyes and looked around.
The room was huge with chandeliers and a grand staircase. But it wasn't so grand now. Cobwebs stretched across the once gold chandeliers and a layer of dust covered each step. Holes littered the carpets where rats had chewed through and little light shone through the filthy windows. As I looked around, I noticed my Erika. She had gone pale and she was shaking madly. "You okay?", I asked her. She shook her head and pulled her coat tighter around herself. "So cold. . .", she whispered. I realized that she was right. The temperature in the room was dropping very quickly and I was getting a bad feeling now. "Well, I-I-I guess tha-that we could go out-out-outside.", I sputtered. My breath was becoming fog and my teeth were chattering.
We stumbled outside and let the sun warm us. I turned to ask Erika if she felt better. But when I turned, Erika was gone. "Erika? Where are you?", I called out. I was about to call out again when a blood-curling scream split the air. I ran to the back of the house where I heard the scream at. Erika was standing there. She had her arms wrapped around herself and her head hung down. Her hair completely hid her face from view. "Erika, what's wrong?", I asked desperately. She didn't answer me. I was getting agitated. First she screams and then she doesn't tell me why. "Erika, tell me what's wrong, now!", I yelled at her. She still didn't answer. I stomped over to where she stood and pushed her. Amazingly, she didn't stumble or even move. It didn't even faze her. "Erika?", I asked. Now I was scared and worried.
She looked up. I stepped back in horror. She was pale. I mean deathly pale. Her lips were blood red and curled up into a smirk. But her eyes. . . her eyes were pure black. Not a speck of color touched her eyes. Her smirk widened and she threw her head back and laughed. The laugh was cold and cruel, very unlike the sister I knew. Then she looked at me straight in the eyes. "Why have you visited me?", she asked. I screamed. She spoke in a double voice as if someone was speaking from inside of her.
