The Haunted House by Pete

 I was in a raft floating in the ocean. This giant wave My entire body shuddered with fear. I was very anxious to take another step onto the overgrowth scattered around the abandoned yard. You could say I was paranoid. The intimidating house fit in perfectly with the lightless, paranormal environment. All of the darkness and cobwebs were so petrifying, I was not even walking. Instead I was staggering towards the horrid house. The darkness and ghastly shadows crept up behind me as I watched the decaying trees sway in the heavy wind. The spine tingling gloom of the house peered over me. The rotten stench of decrepit rabbits and mice was so horrible I covered my nose. As I wandered on into pure darkness, I eventually reached the front steps. I could hear the ancient wood of the steps creak as I crept up the steps. My teeth were chattering when I saw the dull light bulb flickering on and off. Then I heard a freakish shriek come from inside the house. Was there someone in there, or something?

I was more curious than scared, so I opened the door very slowly just to be quiet. The hinges on the door squeaked like baby mice squealing for their mother. I carefully rounded a corner attempting to not touch the decaying wall. I walked into a room; it was a morbid looking kitchen. I try to call home, but I had no phone service. I’m alone. I think. The shrill shriek hits my ears for the second time. I looked around me, the scream sounded louder than before. Was I closer? I rounded another corner, a bit faster than before. There were two hallways. I took the one on the left. Just then, I see something move out of the corner of my eye. I spun around wickedly punching at thin air. I quietly attempt to tip-toe down the hallway. I felt like someone was following me, so I stopped moving altogether.

When I started moving again I heard a soft whisper in my ear “run”. Immediately I took off like a bullet running and screaming. I didn’t care about being quiet at the moment. I was downright terrified. I ran straight into wall because it was too hard to see in the utter darkness. As I try to recover, I see a blurred figure moving toward me. A moment later I find myself gasping for air. Then I realize that the blurred figure I saw earlier was choking me! When I got my vision back from colliding with the wall, I could see it was a little girl. Her hands were dripping with blood. She was no older than eight, but she had the strength of a professional wrestler! She was in her pajamas and she held a teddy bear in one hand.

 Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear “You will not live throughout the night,” then she dropped me and ran away.

I was scared out of my mind. I ran out into the hallway taking perplexing turns to get out of the house. I ran around corners, and up and down stairs. I barged out the front door and lunged off the porch. I slammed hard onto the brittle ground. It felt like running into that wall I ran into earlier. I charged at full speed all the way home. When I got home I told my parents what happened when I was gone. Then they told me I had a very active imagination.

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