It was midnight and my friends and I were walking down the sidewalk. Until are eyes looked at a broken down house that looked abandoned. We were going to go in it until someone came to us and said the stupid stuff about death. Of course we were young and naive enough to not care about what she had to say. Turns all over the house and blood from bodies of the people who used to live here. The rumors of the owners didn't die but were murdered being said all over the village. None of us believed that and went down to there basement. Scratches being heard through out the house making us jump because the owners are dead. Water hitting the ground and making splash noises through the halls. The house getting quiet and getting loud frequently. Running going down the hall and noises of an axe being dragged on the wooden floor. We got out the basement and split up in groups to check the house out.
