robbers

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nothing is wrong, dont worry. its a halloween special

I could listen the pounding of my heart through my own ears. It was dark and my pants were out of rhythm. Turning my head to every angle, I tried to find him,

"Harry!" I looked to my right, "Harry?"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I shouldn't have agreed to come here, mostly on Halloween night. But it was all Harry's fault.

"Oh, come on, Zoe," He said, "It'll be fun." He said.

It may have been that his dazzling smile that made me melt and come along. It may be the way he said my name. Or it just may have been the fact I had eaten all the sweets he gave me.

"So, where is this haunted house?" I asked Harry as I let him take the wheel of my car and I sat on the passenger side.

"Somewhere in what is known as..." He thought for while as he turned on the engine, "Blackbrige?"

Blackbridge. It was just about about sixty miles away. It was a town full of ghosts and lost souls, well from what I've heard. There was one story in practicular s very popular. A girl named Allyson Flen had committed suicide at the age of seventeen. Both of her parents were not very attentive of her, so to cover up the loss of connection from both her parents she was very quiet and 'strange'.

She was bullied for the weird scars she had around her wrists and hands. Self harm. Even back in the days, people did all that. Well back to the story, there were rumors of witch craft. Dead cats would be found on porches, black birds on the roads, and broken windows. They didn't know it was the teen boys on the street, who loved to throw rocks at animals so of course the people had to find someone to accuse of, so they chose the quiet one.

People found that her quietness was weird. The scars on her wrists were strange. Her jet black hair. Everything with Allyson was strange. So they barged to her house during midnight at full moon, with knives, fire torches, and pitch forks, even her parents were in the crowd. With the priest in front line, they barged in her room as she read.

The townspeople grabbed her as she screamed and shouted, she tried her best to get away from their grip, she failed miserably. They tied her in her own bed, threw rocks, tortured her, until someone with the desinity, took a silver bullet through her head.

It is said that her house is still standing, a bit burnt after her death, but still standing and her soul still haunts the place.

"Oh." I said with a shaky breath.

"What?" He turned to me as we stopped at the red light,"Don't tell me you're scared."

"What?" I sounded offended, "No. Never."

He left his left hand on the steering wheel and moved his right hand on my leg, sending electric signals all over me. "Don't be scared," Harry said, " I'll protect you."

My heart ached for Harry. I was severely scared. I was alone. In this house. Possibly haunted.

"Harry?!?" I yelled.

I ran through the long, dark hallways. I tried my best not to trip. I screamed hoping Harry would listen to me somehow. But as I ran something caught my attention, a room. A room filled with light. I skidded to a stop, and turned back to the room. The light came from the moon. It was a beautiful view, the room was vintage, yet amazing. I blinked and a girl appeared. She was pretty, her hair was dark and in perfect ways. Her white dress was clean and a book sat on her lap as she sat criss crossed on her bed.

I was startled at first, but I became calm. I watched her with caution as she stared at the book, as if afraid to pick it up. As if she knew what was coming.

"You're normal." I whispered, somehow I knew I had to say that.

She looked up, her light brown eyes shone with innocence. She smiled at me and disappeared. More calming, I walked through the hallways and as I turned to the stairs, Harry popped out and yelled "Boo!"

He had a cheeky smile on his face, but once he saw my expression his face fell.

"You're sleeping on the couch."

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!

stay safe pls. check the candy if its safe. dont talk to strangers pls. ily