The house is old. It's paint chipped, leaving the exposed wood peaking out. Dusty brown shutters cover the windows, flapping because of the wind. Gable roofs stand 35 feet off of the ground. Poles run in front of the door, another gable rood sitting on top of the poles. Two teenagers walk to the front.
"Gabe..." the female redhead mutters, going down to whisper something in the blonde boys ear.
He stands there, mouth agape. "Would you like that?" she asks him, a teasing smile upon her lips.
A loud shriek from inside the house sends the couple stumbling down the steps, horrified looks plastered onto their faces.
"Sammie, tell me that was you." Gabe mutters, staring at the front of the door.
"I uh- well... uh- that wasn't me." The boy curses under his breath.
Suddenly, the door flies open, a woman wearing a white dress and holding a bloody knife in her hands. Her raven hair resembling that of a lion's mane, her blood-red lips screaming bloody murder. The couple look at the woman, then start screaming too.
Then, the woman stops screaming to look at Sam and Gabe.
They stop and look at the woman.
The woman in the white-dress bursts out laughing while the couple are left standing there, fuming.
"ELIZABETH YOU SON OF A-" Sammie places her hand over Gabe's mouth, silencing him.
"WOOH. I GOT YOU GUYS GOOD. BOUT' TO GET IT ON OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? BET I RUINED THE MOOD." The woman in the white dress, also known as Gabe's older sister, walks by the couple. She's still laughing.
i converted this from the other book and finished it.
go me.
k bye.
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Inspiration
Randomjust me being inspired enough to write a little, but not enough for a story. most of these aren't a lot of words. these aren't stories! i'll just hate myself if i don't write them, even a little bit.
