“The House of Horror”

by Isaac Wooten

One day at school kids were talking about the old house on the hill they said the house was full of ghost. The kids dared me to visit the house. They dared me to visit at night. They dared me to visit every floor and room. I begged my sister Beth to go with me. After I asked her twenty times, she finally said, “Okay.” Beth and I walked up to the creepy house. The wind howled and whistled. Beth said, “John, I am scared.” “Me too Beth,” I said. “But if we don’t do this, the kids at school will say we’re scaredy-cats.” And we’ll be super unpopular. We walked up to the creaky porch steps. The wood moaned, like it was warning us to stop. The house felt alive. I pushed open the door it creaked. We took deep breaths “Come on,” I said as we stepped inside scared. In the kitchen, dusty dishes sat on the kitchen table. In the living room, a sofa was covered with a sheet and someone lay sleeping on the sofa. In the library, a book lay open like it was waiting for a reader to give a good scare. There was only one room left to visit: the attic bedroom. Beth and I went up, up, up, nervously to the attic bedroom. The creepy attic bedroom was cold and damp. And super dark too. I gasped. Two tiny lights glowed beneath the bed. Beth grabbed my shaky hand tight. “Those lights look like eyes,” she whispered. A chain hung from the ceiling. My hand shook as I tugged it. Click! Light filled the dark cold room. A doll sat beneath the bed. Beth giggled. “They are eyes,” she said. “They are only the small painted eyes on an old doll. “There were no ghost in this house!” I said smiling. “That is right,” the doll said. “It is just the three of us.” Then they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Then a voice said “you mean the four of us” and Beth and John were never seen of or heard of ever again. And the kids at school regretted for what they did. No one knows what had happened. But they knew that they would never come back. Because every time they send someone they never came back.