Approching the house, and knocking on the door, I felt my bones tremble inside my skin. I was scared. Really. Scared. What would my mum and dad say if they knew that I had done this? They would go ballistic. I would be grounded for months, no, years. And I swear the door just fell open, inviting me to step inside. As I creeped in, as silent as a mouse, I felt a chilling sensation surround me, as if the abandoned building had just swallowed me. I gulped. Hard. I had honestly thought I could come in here to warm up, but it was so cold that the flame on my friend's lighter would have frozen. I never smoked. My friends did. If I had been caught smoking, I would get a terrible punishment. As terrible as... the punishment I would get after coming home from here. Anyway... back to the point. The old, wooden floor boards creaked loudly beneath my feet. A feeling told me something was with me, but didn't tell me wether it was dead or alive.
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