Rose and I sneaked out of the house through the back door. That door would remain unlocked for the rest of the night, so I could come back in the same way, without anyone ever knowing I was gone. Or so I hoped. But anyway, I was out, and Rose would guide me to this house. As we were going, she explained me what's so special about the house. It is said that people would enter, But never come out again. And the only reason we even know people went inside is because their bicycles, cars, or whatever means they used to get there, would be left there. A lot of stories are made up about the house, ranging from the most reasonable (like an underground lair for spies, who kill trespassers) to the most absurd. This was another time that Rose used that word, but this was the only real time I got to ask her what the word meant. She explained it means there are ghosts, or some other unexplained activity goes on in there. In other words, the word she used, but I didn't know at the time, was "haunted".
After a fifteen-minutes walk, we arrived at what looked like an abandoned house. Or rather, we arrived at the picked fence surrounding it. If the place was indeed haunted, it looked like its owner knew it and went through all the great lengths to keep others out. Rose, being either the braver or the dumber of us, started looking for a way in. But as she was about to, I stopped her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, annoyed.
"Someone's coming." I said.
She heard it then too. A car was approaching. Its headlights lit up the area, but even though we were in those lights, it didn't seem like the driver knew we were there. Nor did he seem to notice there was a closed gate on the driveway, as he drove straight through it.
"Oy! What is he doing?" Rose shouted and ran to him.
On the bright side, there was a way in now. In hindsight, that was the worst thought that could ever cross my mind, but what did I know?
Rose lashed out at the man in the car. The man in question, I'm not sure how to describe him. His accent was less understandable than Rose's, his mouth seemed twice as big as his mouth, he had literally no hair growing at all on his head (even bald men have some hair growing on their heads), even his hands appeared larger than his hand. Or maybe, because it happened ten years ago, my mind has made up some caricature version of the real man. I don't know. What I do remember was that he was carrying around some kind of machine, which looked like a fridge, a microwave oven and a vacuum cleaner all merged into one, somehow portable device. Though portable, it could only be carried around with the help of some kind of strap, allowing it to be carried on the shoulder. Still inside the car, there was the man's dog. I can't tell you what breed of dog it was, simply because I don't know the breed. What I can tell is that I remember it slapping its paw on its own forehead, shaking his head, as a reaction to Rose and that man arguing, as though he actually understood what they were talking about. I didn't know what to make of this, but I shook my own head and interrupted the two.
"Excuse me." I said, "What are you doing here?"
"_ _ _" Rose said, "What else?"
"And you aren't?" I only barely understood the man talking.
"Ahem..." I cleared my throat, "What is that thing you've got?"
"This?" the man replied, "It's an invention of mine. I hope to _ _ _ and _ _ _ ghosts with it, _ _ _."
I turned to Rose for clarification: "He's here to bust ghosts."
"Ah." I replied.
"You _ _ _ and _ _ _ here to help?" the man asked.
"Sure, now that we're here anyway, we may as well." Rose said.
The man said something which I guess was along the lines of "The more the merrier", but with that accent of his, I can't be too sure.
"Come on out, Gromit!" the man called, to which that dog I mentioned earlier reacted, by exiting the car, carrying a backpack.
"Gromit?" Rose questioned. She said something else, which I don't remember, but I guess she was making a remark about the name.
The man said something else, but again I had to turn to Rose for clarification.
"Silly, he just told you his name: Wallace." she explained, "Come to think of it, you haven't told me yours."
I was about to, but the man, Wallace, said something, which I guess was "let's go in", or something like it, so he went in, his dog, Gromit, followed almost immediately, as did Rose and I.