What a boring day, I thought. I sauntered my way up the hill, when something caught my attention. I saw a crowd near an abandoned house. Feeling furious, I get a closer look at what was going on.
When I arrived at the abandoned house, more like mansion, I saw that the crowd was just a bunch of teenage boys. Looking around in all the commotion, I meekly ask a boy who appeared to be about 15. "What's going on?" I asked. He didn't respond immediately, with his eyes on the house, probably in deep thought. He then looked at me and said, "Oh. You see, this house is haunted. Some people wanted to go insode and invited a lot of people to go woth them. However no one is going inside," I squinted at the house. It seemed like those scary, spooky houses in movies, I thought. "Well, I will go if no one else will."
Besides it is just a house," I felt confident. Those spooky stories weren't real, and i was 99% sure I wouldn't get hurt. The boy's mouth dropped. "You must be insane, no one has come out of that house!" I shook my head and smirked. "Scared much? I thought boys were suppose to be all tough," The boy glared at me, with his voice at an edge. "We are. Boys just aren't stupid like you, risking their lives on things like social status." He then looked at everyone and yelled, "This girl is going into the house alone!" My eyes widened. I was just kidding, I didn't really mean it! I glared at the boy, whos lips turned into a smirk "I hate you." I said. Now I had to go in there, or I would like a coward. Walking towards the house, silently saying goodbye to everyone I knew.
Are you scared of a house, a voice in my head said. It is just a house, there is no one in there, so there is nothing to worry about, I assured myself. Despite all the warnings in my head, and the words my conscious told me, I went inside the house anyways. I opened the door, and it creaked. I was almost afraid, and nearly ran back, but I stood firm and went in. "Hello?" I squeaked. There was nothing except silence. Good, I thought. There is no one in here, I thought to myself. As soon as I let go of the door, I heard the door shut behind me. I turned around to see what happened, but it was pitch black, with the exception with a few barely-lit candle. I walked around the room, looking at the furniture. "Wow, the person must have been rich," I muttered to myself. Then I realized something. Why would there be furniture in an old abandoned house? Isn't this abandoned, I thought, feeling a bit puzzled. I still felt wary of my surroundings.