Author's Notes: I got an email from a girl who actually made this story
up and she wanted me to post this story. I changed a bit of it but thanks
to that person anyways. (She doesn't want me to reveal her name)
I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, DON'T SUE ME!
The Haunted House
Chapter One: The Bad Beginning (told by Violet)
Thank goodness that we actually made it out, alive. Who knew it could be so terrifying? I suppose it could have been worse but I am NEVER taking a dare again in my whole entire life. Well, it all started on a stormy Friday night when my friends and I were left alone in Mr. Poe's new house which was near Lake Lachrymose...
Lightning flashed wildly outside as the rain splattered on the tin roof. My friends, siblings and I sat on the family room rug. What started out as an innocent game of truth or dare, turned out to be a night I'll never forget. Isadora had dared Duncan and I to go down to Widow Josephine's house by the Lake Lachrymose and turn on her bedroom light to prove we did the dare. The house was abandoned years ago and the most frightening thing was that Widow Josephine died there along with her husband, Ike. I trembled at the thought but put on my raincoat.
Then, I realized that Duncan and I would be alone in that creepy old house. I smiled at that thought but it soon turned into a frown. Even though Widow Josephine's house is only a block away, I was still scared that Duncan and I will never return. Of course, those are immature and obtuse ideas; at least that was what I thought at first. Everybody thought Widow Josephine's a witch. I bit my lips nervously and opened the front door. I suddenly opened my mouth to speak, to say that I want to back out of the dare but Isadora seem to read my mind and shook her head 'no' and pointed towards the door.
Duncan and I trudged down the empty deserted street. He mumbled something I couldn't hear but I don't care anyways. I scoffed, "Stupid dare, isn't it?"
He answered, "Of course, Violet, but we have to prove we aren't wimps." Then we turned around a corner and looked at the enormous but cold and unfriendly house that we were dared to go in. If it was a pleasant pretty house, I would have been thrilled about Isadora's dare, since it was with Duncan but as I looked at the 'haunted' house in front of me, the lump in my throat got thicker.
My legs felt like squishy jellies and my stomach felt knotted. I slowly looked at Duncan and took a deep breath. Slowly and carefully, I turned the door knob but not before I turned back and look at the street, where it's safe, ghost free. How I wish to go back and forget about the dare.
But I couldn't, I told myself. I have to prove that I'm no coward type. I turned the knob and the door creaked open, a dusty misty smell flooded out. Somehow, my conscience told me that I should go back. However my cold numb feet did not listen, they walk right into the house and Duncan followed closely behind...
I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, DON'T SUE ME!
The Haunted House
Chapter One: The Bad Beginning (told by Violet)
Thank goodness that we actually made it out, alive. Who knew it could be so terrifying? I suppose it could have been worse but I am NEVER taking a dare again in my whole entire life. Well, it all started on a stormy Friday night when my friends and I were left alone in Mr. Poe's new house which was near Lake Lachrymose...
Lightning flashed wildly outside as the rain splattered on the tin roof. My friends, siblings and I sat on the family room rug. What started out as an innocent game of truth or dare, turned out to be a night I'll never forget. Isadora had dared Duncan and I to go down to Widow Josephine's house by the Lake Lachrymose and turn on her bedroom light to prove we did the dare. The house was abandoned years ago and the most frightening thing was that Widow Josephine died there along with her husband, Ike. I trembled at the thought but put on my raincoat.
Then, I realized that Duncan and I would be alone in that creepy old house. I smiled at that thought but it soon turned into a frown. Even though Widow Josephine's house is only a block away, I was still scared that Duncan and I will never return. Of course, those are immature and obtuse ideas; at least that was what I thought at first. Everybody thought Widow Josephine's a witch. I bit my lips nervously and opened the front door. I suddenly opened my mouth to speak, to say that I want to back out of the dare but Isadora seem to read my mind and shook her head 'no' and pointed towards the door.
Duncan and I trudged down the empty deserted street. He mumbled something I couldn't hear but I don't care anyways. I scoffed, "Stupid dare, isn't it?"
He answered, "Of course, Violet, but we have to prove we aren't wimps." Then we turned around a corner and looked at the enormous but cold and unfriendly house that we were dared to go in. If it was a pleasant pretty house, I would have been thrilled about Isadora's dare, since it was with Duncan but as I looked at the 'haunted' house in front of me, the lump in my throat got thicker.
My legs felt like squishy jellies and my stomach felt knotted. I slowly looked at Duncan and took a deep breath. Slowly and carefully, I turned the door knob but not before I turned back and look at the street, where it's safe, ghost free. How I wish to go back and forget about the dare.
But I couldn't, I told myself. I have to prove that I'm no coward type. I turned the knob and the door creaked open, a dusty misty smell flooded out. Somehow, my conscience told me that I should go back. However my cold numb feet did not listen, they walk right into the house and Duncan followed closely behind...