The Deserted House
It was Halloween. I was getting ready to go trick or treating. When I was ready, I grabbed my bag and went outside. It seemed spooky. As I walked along, I noticed the old, deserted house on the top of the hill.
Right then, a light switched on! I was sure someone moved in, so I went up and knocked. No answer.
All of a sudden, the door swung open! Boy, did I jump! There was nobody at the door, or was there? I went in to check. Jeepers, was it webbed up!
Just then, the door closed! I wished it was the wind. I went in the next room. It must be the kitchen, I thought.
The next room looked like a dining room. There was a small, square, table. Around it was four chairs. I was almost positive nobody lived in this place until I saw a sandwich sitting on the table. I looked around.
There, across the hall was a small, strange door. I walked over to it. I hezitated before I opened it.
There I saw a long stairway. I could see three bedrooms at the top of the stairway. I walked up the stairway to the first bedroom. All of a sudden, I heard a wicked cackle! Then a woman’s scream!
“Aaahhhh!”
I ran down the stairs so fast, I got a scar on my left knee by a chair. When I got to the door, it wouldn’t open! I looked around. Then I grabbed a chunk of wood. I tossed it at the window. I jumped out and ran home, as fast as I could!
The next thing I knew, I just woke up. I guessed I fell asleep when I got home. I went and told my mother what happened. She didn’t beleive me, but it’s true. I still have the scar.
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