"The last time I saw Robin, she went down into the basement." Said Jerome.
"Was she with anyone?" asked Lydia.
"No..." said Jerome.
Lydia got very nervous.
"We need to go down there and help her." said Lydia, looking at Jerome.
Three teens went down into the basement, Lydia, Jerome and Caraline.
They searched for Robin in the dark, but no one could find her.
Then, just as everyone started giving up hope, they found her. She was lying in the corner, unconscious.
The three ran over to Robin. She remained still.
Somehow, the three were able to get Robin up the stairs. They tried to revive her, but it was no use.
Lydia had to call 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" the lady on the other line said.
"My friend is unconscious, and we can't revive her!" Lydia said.
"What 's your name and address?"
"My name is Lydia Danielle Olsen. My location is 2346Rantham street. Our house is the one covered in cobwebs and jack-o lanterns."
"Okay, I'll send an ambulance to your location."
Robin was still not waking up. Her friends lifted her feet to get blood to flow to her brain, but she was still the same.
"How's her heart rate?" asked Lydia.
"It's getting slower."
"Is she breathing?"
"Yes."
"Okay, good." Lydia replied.
Robin was running out of time.
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The Rantham Street Haunting
HorrorThis story has some parts that may be disturbing for some sensitive readers, viewer discretion is advised.(lol) The hauntings at the house started because of an accidental murder. The guilty son and the victims still haunt the house nearly 100 years...
