Route 2 in Weekapouge!

There’s this "haunted house" everyone keeps talking about. It sits up on a steep hill with a long drive way to it. Theres a whole bunch of weird looking trees on your way up there. Nobody usually dares to go there because they say there's creepy things going on in there. Such as you go inside the house and the door slams behind you, or you hear footsteps walking around the house, and creepy voices that are far distance away and get louder as if the mystery ghost or whatever is in there is coming closer to you. Of course, Halloween is this weekend and my friends want to go there when night time comes around. We decided we would go just to see if this place is actually haunted.


The night of Halloween had come so we started to walk to this haunted house. Once we got there it looked old, the roof tiles were falling apart and the windows had cracks in them. But yet we didn’t back down since we were already here. We walked into the house and saw nothing, it was empty. Of course the Harrington’s used to live here. Apparently the father had died of a tragic heart attack in this house and that’s why its haunted. All there was were two staircases on each side of the room. It was quite a big house actually lots of space for activities. We were walking around the house and so far nothing had happened until there was a loud scream. Nobody knew what it was so we just went on. About 5 minutes later there was lots of screaming like someone was getting hurt, it didn’t stop so we all ran towards the sound. We can upon the mother and fathers room where the sound was coming from. The door was closed so we decided to open it. As soon as we opened it the noise had stopped and there was nobody in the room. It was just a empty room, there was absolutely nothing in that room. We were a little sketchy about that. Just to make matters better we were walking around some more and we heard footsteps like beside us. We stopped walking and the footsteps continued and then one door slammed. After that there was weird voices and someone had grabbed my foot and was dragging me away. I yelled for help and my friends had come and saved me because i’m to retarded to save myself. After that everything was going wild. Doors slamming, lights flickering, loud footsteps running, and chairs rocking back and fourth. After that we had had enough and got out of the house as fast as they could. They ended up making it out... this time.



So it turns out the stories are true about that house of elm street. We had all intended on a good scare that night, so that’s what we got. A real fine scare.