"Come on, Sara!" Lilian said."Don't be a baby! It's just a mansion!" I took a deep,sighing breath. Beads of sweat trickled down my face. Why am I sweating? It's the middle of winter and I'm in Chicago! I thought as my feet dragged me more and more towards the mansion.
I stopped in front of the mansion and my breath was cut short. I stared up at the purple paint. The paint was peeling because that mansion had been up for easily 100 years. My eyes scanned the house. Then, I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck. It sent a shiver through my body.
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The Boy in the Wind
Mystery / ThrillerA mystery about a girls journey through a ghost story.
