The House On Winston Street

The House On Winston Street

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The path of life has not been good to me. My name is Zoe Euwaila Brakett. My mom is gone. My dad lives elsewhere... My grandparents are mental... And saner one is dead. Not that I would want to live with them anyway... My maternal family is unwilling, and my paternal ones don't know about me. So that leaves my aunt. She's barely older than me, but she agreed to be my legal gaurdian dispite not having money, not having her own home, and having to quit her job to move here. Bless her soul. So together we moved into a shabby little hell hole of a house. I would come to learn that that phrase is more accurate then I could ever imagine... The House is a duplex. And its haunted. This is the story of how I survived living with that malevolent little bastard... This is the story of how I came to rest on the front doorstep of 5359 Wintson street with nothing but my purse, the clothes on my back, and a giant ziplock containing a sequined mini dress with heels to match... This is the story of Zoe Brakett's downfall.
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An eerie silence echoed through the house at the end of Yellow Brooke Street, the wind outside slammed toward the wooden walls making a whistle inside the house from the cracked windows; the front door made a thud each time it slammed toward the wall and the screams from the dead gave the house an uneasiness to it. I stood before the house, while my friends were excited to do the exact opposite of what our parents told us to; I was not. I trusted my mother when she told us to never get close to this place. "You guys ready?" Diana said with joy in her voice, I stuttered. "No.." the fear in my voice was obvious, though no one seemed to care. Dan glanced at me and chuckled. "Really? It's just a house." "It's a haunted house." I said nervously. "Maybe we should trust our parents on this, they told us that it isn't safe for a reason." "You wimp." Diana joked, she wasn't serious; it was just to get me with them and of course she knew that it would work. "It's fine if you don't want to Luna." Lucas said, at least he was cool about it. "I-I'm not a wimp!" I stumbled on my words. "Yey!" Diana said happily and rushed toward me with her arms open. "I'll buy you McDonalds after this." I hugged her, even though I wasn't happy. I looked at the time. 12.20am

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