Rating: T
The moonlight shined through the tall trees, the hooting of owls appeared to be following them. Branch breaking and leave crushing sound sent chills down their spines. It was colder than usual; they were able to see their breathes in the air whenever they spoke. Using a flashlight and the stars as their guide, they shuffled through dark woods, hand in hand.
'Manda, maybe this isn't such a good idea.' Olivia mumbles under her breath, clutching on tight to her girlfriend's hand.
'We're almost there.' Amanda replied, leading them further into woods.
Finally, they've reached up to the pathway overgrown grass, which led up to an old two story home. The house looks like it was falling apart, the windows covered in dust and cobwebs, and frames were of rotten wood. The roof looked perfect from where they were standing, with brown or gray patches of moss or lichen. Gingerly, and for the most part in silence, they walked closer to the home. Olivia's arms wrapped tightly around Amanda's left arm while trying to keep the flashlight focused on the direction they were heading.
"It's okay," Amanda whispered to her girlfriend.
Amanda carefully pushed the open web infested door as she slowly stepped into the home. The echoing of their footsteps invaded the silence of the home. A cloud of dust collected as they walked deeper into the home, reaching the what it seem was the living room.
"It looks like they just picked up and left, everything is still where it was left," Olivia commented, shaky from the cold. "Can we please go? "
Amanda turned to face her girlfriend, "You said that whatever I did back home on Friday the 13th, that you will do."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Yes, but I didn't think it would be going to some random abandoned house in the middle of the fucking woods." she breathes out shaky.
"It's nothing to be afraid of, I have done this ton of times back home. Don't be such a baby!"
Amanda let go of Olivia's grip and started to explore the home, making her way up the creaking stairs. Brushing the cobwebs from her face, she enters the attic. It looked much like the downstairs; everything left behind. A dusty rotten perfectly made bed, pictures of the family hung on the molded web infested wall. She flashed her light on the dirty frame; it appeared to be a happy family of three. Mother, father, and young little girl, around the age of seven. She turned her light to the room as she walked past the bed, her blue eyes scanning the toys that were left behind. Creepy dolls sat perfectly on the windowsill; she reached out to grab one when suddenly…
"BOO!"
A high pitch scream came out of the blonde as she jumps ten feet in the air, her heart racing.
"Who's the baby, now?" Olivia chuckled as she reached out to hug her girlfriend, who was desperately trying to catch her breath.
Amanda bent forward, her hands between her legs. "I peed my pants."
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