. Childhood fright .

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As a child there's always been this abandoned house across the road. Every time I opened my young, wide eyes from slumber it's the first house I'd see when I left my own house. Just like every young kid...you've always believed a certain house was haunted. But that house gave me the most sick feeling inside me. I truly believed it was haunted, all of my friends would tell me little tales about the strange place. I only believed like...none of it until I had my own experience. My sister had gotten a blue camera for her birthday. One day she requested me to take pictures of her so I did..Though it was in front of the house that gave me chills down my back everytime I saw it. Looking back over the pictures I didn't see anything.
I heard a knock on my window at midnight to see a couple of my friends standing outside my window
"What are you doing here it's midnight!" I said loudly
"Dude you have to come with us! We found away into the house across from here."
At that time I was about 9 so I was scared of a lot of things, but I excitedly accepted the offer. I burst out of my house slamming the door behind, I brought a flashlight, the camera, and every bit of bravery I barely had.
All three of us ran straight to the house as if it was the only safe place on earth, honestly, we weren't supposed to be there..let alone be out that late. The only way to get in was the window In the back, which we had to boost each other inside.
When we got inside we'd already scared each other have to death after one of my friends had fell into a dark hole that was in front of the window.
After helping my friend out of the hole we carefully started to explore and take pictures of the broken house with our flashlights pointed towards our feet.
The smell of mold, dirt, and dust filled our nostrils leaving us breathless. Besides darkness we surprising found so much treasures and dusty things..etc. Whoever owned the house before sure was strange, obviously had kids. Strange things were discovered like a box full of raisin toys and collectable items, boxes full of Pokemon and action figures.
"Jack pot! Look at all of this amazing stuff, we're going to be the most popular kids in school after we tell them how much we found here!" One kid exclaimed
"NO WAY! We can't steal, it's bad and we all know it. Anyways who'd want to brag about having millions of raisin toys" I said holding up a raisin box
After arguing for about 5 minutes about whether we should take the items or not we heard a dog growling , it started to bark and whimper. We instintly went dead silent and got frozen into place.
"Come on guys it's noth-
...."
"F&CKING RUN!!" We all screamed
I didn't really know what had happened but all I know is that I wanted to leave this place and never look at this d*mned place again. I dropped everything I had expect for the stuff I had brought with me and sprinted towards the window almost running into the hole.
We all ran as fast as our short legs could, all went different directions hoping to get into our own houses.
Finally....I finally had fallen asleep after hours of my eyes being blood shot open from the fear I had experienced.
The next day I woke up and my friends were pasted out on my floor.
Guessing they wanted to see the pictures we took I shook all of them waking them up
"WA WA, WHO'S THERE, WHERE AM I?" One person said furiously
"Um...do you wanna check out the pictures from last night..?" I asked them.
After all of them accepted the offer we all sat in a circle and all watched me as I plug up my camera so it would power on. I shifted threw the pictures until I saw the pictures of my sister..
I started to shake badly, my heart completely dropped leaving me breathing heavily. My friends started to repeatedly ask me what I had saw. I couldn't speak, I started to scream and cry all at the same time. But it was only in fear, what I saw will put feared memories in my head.
My friend had snatched the camera from my sweaty hands while my other friend comforted me.
"Hey? Who's that in the background..?"
Thing is...idk...no one lived in the house at the time, ghost? Maybe..maybe we were just all tired but apparently from what I had heard there use to be a family of four..sadly a death had occurred there. After that they just left, just left the house to rot..

I'm 14 now, and the house no longer is there. It was torn down maybe about two years ago . I sometimes forget about it being there but when I do. It leaves me sick, never go into any abandoned places.
Never.