Why would anyone go in the Selling House?
It made no sense; the adults might not believe there was anything weird about the house, but all the neighborhood kids understood that there was something wrong with it. The other kids couldn't sense the presence of the ghost that lived in the Selling House, but they didn't need to. The stories of all the things that had happened there over the years were more than enough to keep them out of the house, especially when no one was living there.
Kuwabara ducked around the side of the house; he didn't want anyone to see him approaching it. As he drew near the backyard, Kuwabara heard whispered voices.
"Maybe this was a bad idea…he's been in there a while."
"Don't be a baby, Kai. Mako will be fine; it's not like ghosts are actually real."
Kuwabara scowled. He could guess what had happened; the dumb kids had dared their friend to go into the Selling House alone now that it was empty again. Kuwabara stomped around the corner. "What do you idiots think you're doing?"
"Run!"
The boys took off, but Kuwabara wasn't interested in chasing them down. He was far more concerned about how their friend was faring in the house.
The back door was cracked open; the previous owners must not have been careful about locking up when the moved out. Kuwabara took a step towards the door, but froze when an ominous feeling washed over him sending chills up and down his spine.
"Come on, Kazuma," he muttered. "You can do this."
He really didn't like the feel of whatever lived in the house.
"Help!"
Spurred by the shout, Kuwabara dashed through the back door.
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