(Chapter three! This time, it's Hunter's turn for a scare!)
"Hey, Hunter! Look at that house!" said Spyro. They were looking at an old abandoned house, three floors, windows boarded; it was your typical creepy old house. "Wow, spooky!" said Hunter. "I heard that some guy was murdered with a chainsaw in there!"
"I heard the murderer was never found!" said Spyro. Elora rolled her eyes. "Will you two knock it off before you do something stupid?"
"Oh, yeah! I heard the murderer still lives in there!" said Hunter.
"Then I bet you can't stay the night in there!"
"As I was saying." said Elora. "Why do you two always challenge each other to stupid bets?" They shrugged. "I dunno, but it's fun!" said Spyro. Hunter pushed Spyro onto the overgrown lawn. "Well I bet YOU can't stay the night there."
"They'll never learn." mumbled Elora as she walked away. "Well then let's both stay the night in there and the first person to run out of the house screaming is a wimp!" challenged Spyro.
Three hours later, darkness had come and the two of them were standing on the porch of the old house, each with a backpack. "Um, you go in first." said Hunter. Spyro pushed open the door and stepped in. The floorboards creaked as he walked. Hunter followed and closed the door. "Well, it's dark in here." he said. They looked around the room. Dust covered every piece of furniture in the room. There was a grandfather clock that had stopped ticking long ago, yet the pendulum swayed slightly.
"Turn on that flashlight." said Spyro. Hunter found the flashlight and turned it on. Light flooded the room, and some rodents made little scratching noises as they ran off. "So, what should we do now?" asked Spyro. neither of them wanted to admit they were scared. "Let's look around." said Hunter. They wandered through the other rooms of the house. Suddenly, they heard a faint thumping noise. "What was that???" asked Hunter.
"I don't know. It sounds like it was coming from the kitchen, I'll go see." said Spyro. He walked into the kitchen. Suddenly, Hunter heard a crash, a groan, and a CHAINSAW! He ran into the kitchen. "SPYRO!" he yelled. Spyro was lying on the ground, blood covering his head and upper body. The chainsaw stopped and the tapping started again, accompanied by the most awful music Hunter had ever heard.
He ran out the door and was about to leave the house when he remembered Spyro. He ran back into the kitchen to get his friend. All that was there was a small pool of blood. The tapping continued along with the music, and occasional roar of the chainsaw.
It all sounded like it was coming from the attic. Hunter slowly started up the steps. He continued up the flights of stairs that seemed to go on forever. Finally, he made it to the attic door. The tapping and chainsaw sounds miced with the awful music were undoubtedly coming through that door. He was about to open it when the knob turned slowly. Hunter was rooted to the ground with fear as the door swung open. .
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. Spyro was standing on the other side of the door. "Spyro! What are you doing here alive?"
"I knocked over a bottle of ketchup in the kitchen and it knocked me out. When I came to, you were gone so I went to look for you and I found this place!"
Hunter entered the attic. There was a woman clog-dancing to polka music. "Well, that explains the tapping sounds. But what about the chainsaw?" Spyro pointed to a guy who was using a chainsaw to carve something out of a really big log. "Stan over there carves logs as a hobby."
"Oh. Well then, let's clog dance!" said Hunter as he pulled on a pair of clogs. They danced for the remainder of the night.
(Yay clog dancing! Tune in next time when we see how Spyro gets creeped out.)
"Hey, Hunter! Look at that house!" said Spyro. They were looking at an old abandoned house, three floors, windows boarded; it was your typical creepy old house. "Wow, spooky!" said Hunter. "I heard that some guy was murdered with a chainsaw in there!"
"I heard the murderer was never found!" said Spyro. Elora rolled her eyes. "Will you two knock it off before you do something stupid?"
"Oh, yeah! I heard the murderer still lives in there!" said Hunter.
"Then I bet you can't stay the night in there!"
"As I was saying." said Elora. "Why do you two always challenge each other to stupid bets?" They shrugged. "I dunno, but it's fun!" said Spyro. Hunter pushed Spyro onto the overgrown lawn. "Well I bet YOU can't stay the night there."
"They'll never learn." mumbled Elora as she walked away. "Well then let's both stay the night in there and the first person to run out of the house screaming is a wimp!" challenged Spyro.
Three hours later, darkness had come and the two of them were standing on the porch of the old house, each with a backpack. "Um, you go in first." said Hunter. Spyro pushed open the door and stepped in. The floorboards creaked as he walked. Hunter followed and closed the door. "Well, it's dark in here." he said. They looked around the room. Dust covered every piece of furniture in the room. There was a grandfather clock that had stopped ticking long ago, yet the pendulum swayed slightly.
"Turn on that flashlight." said Spyro. Hunter found the flashlight and turned it on. Light flooded the room, and some rodents made little scratching noises as they ran off. "So, what should we do now?" asked Spyro. neither of them wanted to admit they were scared. "Let's look around." said Hunter. They wandered through the other rooms of the house. Suddenly, they heard a faint thumping noise. "What was that???" asked Hunter.
"I don't know. It sounds like it was coming from the kitchen, I'll go see." said Spyro. He walked into the kitchen. Suddenly, Hunter heard a crash, a groan, and a CHAINSAW! He ran into the kitchen. "SPYRO!" he yelled. Spyro was lying on the ground, blood covering his head and upper body. The chainsaw stopped and the tapping started again, accompanied by the most awful music Hunter had ever heard.
He ran out the door and was about to leave the house when he remembered Spyro. He ran back into the kitchen to get his friend. All that was there was a small pool of blood. The tapping continued along with the music, and occasional roar of the chainsaw.
It all sounded like it was coming from the attic. Hunter slowly started up the steps. He continued up the flights of stairs that seemed to go on forever. Finally, he made it to the attic door. The tapping and chainsaw sounds miced with the awful music were undoubtedly coming through that door. He was about to open it when the knob turned slowly. Hunter was rooted to the ground with fear as the door swung open. .
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. Spyro was standing on the other side of the door. "Spyro! What are you doing here alive?"
"I knocked over a bottle of ketchup in the kitchen and it knocked me out. When I came to, you were gone so I went to look for you and I found this place!"
Hunter entered the attic. There was a woman clog-dancing to polka music. "Well, that explains the tapping sounds. But what about the chainsaw?" Spyro pointed to a guy who was using a chainsaw to carve something out of a really big log. "Stan over there carves logs as a hobby."
"Oh. Well then, let's clog dance!" said Hunter as he pulled on a pair of clogs. They danced for the remainder of the night.
(Yay clog dancing! Tune in next time when we see how Spyro gets creeped out.)