The 'Haunted' house

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Julia takes us to this house which looked dirty and broken.

"ugh! seriously the 'hanted' house?" Venessa says doing the bunny ears thing with her fingers.

"Haunted?" I say suprised and a little scared.

"Don't worry it's not actually haunted. Venessa and I always spend the night here on halloween. It's just a rustly old house." Julia says. "Come on, let's go."

Inside the house it was dark and dusty. Julia got her torch and showed us the way.

we entered this room with a broken bed and a dirty mirror.

"Ready for some scary stories?" Julia says.

"yes," Venessa says.

"Sure," I say.

"I'll go first." Julia says.

"3 girls entered this house... little did they know it was haunted...

5 minutes later...

and then the door bell rang...

"Ahh!" Venessa says sounding a bit sarcastic.

"Nice story," I says.

"Nice? it was suppose to be scary," Julia says looking disappointed.

"My turn," Venessa says taking Julia's Flashlight.

"There's a story... They say at the strike of 12 of the 31st of October the house comes alive and the owner of the house who is trapped in the mirror escapes when someone touches this very mirror...

5 minutes later...

And then she got stuck in the mirror forever!"

"Ah!" Julia screams. "Great story."

"That was... Scary...," I say shivering a bit.

"Seriously guys? It's just a story. I'm really good at this," Vanesa says.

"Well we should go to sleep now," Julia says zipping up her sleeping bag.

"sure...  Goodnight guys," Vanesa says.

"Goodnight...," I say still having that story in my head.

I couldn't get to sleep. I just couldn't get that story out of my head.                                                     'What if it was true? It can't be, it's not true calm down.'

I was about to go to sleep when I heard a clock ding. It was kind of surprising. Why would there be a clock at this house? Wouldn't it be broken?

I Gaze at the mirror.

'I kind of want to touch it but at the same time I don't want to. Maybe I should just touch it so I can stop being scared.'









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