Kuwabara had never been inside the Selling House before. He'd always pictured it as a creepy, uncomfortable place. But it wasn't, really. It looked like a normal house, albeit empty of anyone's belongings at the moment. Still, even though it looked normal, Kuwabara knew it wasn't. This place felt wrong.
"Help!"
The cry galvanized him into action. Kuwabara dashed up the stairs. "Where are you?"
"Back here!"
Kuwabara followed the voice to the last room where he found the kid. He looked like he was about seven or eight, and one of his feet had gone through a floor board. "Help, I'm stuck!" the kid said, tears in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out," Kuwabara said. He smiled to reassure the kid. "Name's Kazuma, by the way."
The kid sniffled. "Mako." His eyes darted around. "I think the ghost is trying to trap me."
Tingles ran up Kuwabara's spine, and he had a feeling that the kid was right. But Mako was already scared enough, he didn't need Kuwabara making it worse. "Don't worry about the ghost. It won't bother you as long as I'm here." He crouched down in front of the kid and examined his leg. "Looks like your pants are caught on something. Don't worry, I'll have you out of here in no time."
It took some effort, but soon Kuwabara had Mako free, and he escorted him out of the house. "There we go, safe and sound. Try to avoid that house in the future, okay?"
Mako promised he would, and then ran off. Kuwabara let out a sigh of relief that no real harm had come to him. He glanced back at the house, and in one of the second floor windows, something moved.
I know the house is empty!
Kuwabara ran home.
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