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Horror short story

“Truth or dare?” I ask Alfie.

“Truth,” he replied, “and do a good one this time, Sammy. No more ‘most embarrassing’ or ‘blonde moments’.” I roll my eyes and grin wickedly.

“Fine. Is it true you plan on asking out Amanda on Monday?”

“Yeah,” He mutters, “so what?”

“Shut up, it’s my turn.”

“Truth or dare?” Alfie sits up straighter, and racks his brain for ideas of both choices.

“Easy! Dare,” I smirk.

“I dare you to eat ketchup straight from the bottle. There’s one in the fridge, bottom shelf.” I’m forced to get up from the floor and venture to the upstairs that was Alfie’s house. When I get to the top of the steps I enter the kitchen. Alfies mom was in the kitchen making dinner.

“Where’s the ketchup?” I ask.

“In the fridge, bottom shelf. Why?” His mom gives me a strange look.

“It was a dare,” I grab the ketchup. “I’ve got to eat it.”

“Oh, well, have fun,” Mrs.Davidson turns her back and continues cooking.

I return downstairs with the bottle of squashed tomatoes, “This is a lame dare, I could come up with better.”

“Fine then, I choose dare this time,” Alfie scoots over to make room for me on the couch.

“Hold on! I still gotta eat this!”

“Alright, alright. Eat it then, but hurry up, I wanna see what your brilliant dares are.” I open the bottle of ketchup and squirt some in my mouth.

“Okay. I dare you to go to the graveyard and spend an hour there,” I say after swallowing the ketchup.

“You’re kidding me! The graveyard? That place is haunted! You know how afraid I am of ghosts, remember Sammy?”

“Yeah, I remember. That’s why I’m coming with. Oh, and how are you gonna ask out Amanda if you’re too afraid to go to the graveyard alone?”

Alfie stands up and glares at me, “lets just go.”

Twenty minutes later, after walking a mile, we arrive at the graveyard. As it always was, the metal gates were hanging crooked on the fence, attached by only one hinge on each side. The trees behind the fence looked grey and lifeless.

“You ready?” Alfies voice was shaky.

“Yeah, of course, you?” The tombstones hold my gaze, the moss and vines creeping up the marble sides, the engravings not exactly visible.