Friday, October 29, 2010
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Down a small town back road it stood. No one really knew about it, some have heard stories but never dared to go see it let alone in it..... No yard just long grass that was blowing in the wind. It stood right there in the middle of all of it. It was old and tall the white paint chipping off the sides. Almost every window was shattered or bored up. You walk closer the front porch stairs were broken and every step you took you thought they would give away. it was blowing in the wind and almost failing apart when you take a step in you get its chilling feeling like there is something there, something watching you! It looks like a black hole as you walk closer to the stairs you can just see the bottom step you take a step down ever step you take you get the feeling your trapped the spider webs sticking to your face as you try to keep walking. The dirt floors and walls could crumble away and second. You look around thinking it’s not as bad as you though....then you see it you blink you can’t believe it, it hung slowly blowing back and forth, yet it was still. Not sure if what you see is true you turn and run not looking back stumbling up the stairs. You finally reach the top so scared but knowing you can’t leave yet. You take a deep breath and keep going on in the house. You walking in to the kitchen to find nothing scary about it tell you look in the sink you look down.... all you can thing it what happened here. You know you can’t go back now you walk in to the next room you see a dark red stain in the middle of the floor you can only imagine what it is and what has happened. A large vent sit in the middle of the floor the red stain train leads right to it not daring to look in it you continue on heading for the upstairs. You walk up the creaking stairs to find a small bed room it looks almost like someone just left it.... like they disappeared, things in the dresser and stuff on the shelves. The other rooms are the same old close and people’s belongings still in the dressers and on the selves. Not know what had happened in this house and didn’t want to running down the stairs and out of the house, never going back!
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Haunted house story,
Josey
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