Friday 31 August 2012

Old House

The old door creaked as it swayed back and forth with the wind. The windows were so full of dust that they looked black. They probably hadn't really been windows for many many years. The whole house hadn't been a home for many many years except to bugs and rodents.

A few meters from the door, three small children were standing arguing amongst each other.

"You have to go in first!" cried the youngest one who had two small pigtails and probably wasn't even 6.
"No, Johnny should go in. It was his idea in the first place," said the oldest, calmly.
"Yes, but the deal was that you'd go in first."
"No one cares about the deal."

This went on for a few more minutes until finally the oldest let out a sigh and said, "Fine. I'll go first."

She took a deep breath and walked towards the creaking door. She didn't want to show it, but she was scared. This house looked like it had come out of a horror movie and she had never wanted to go in it. But now she had to because of their stupid dare. Why couldn't she have just stayed at home?

The two younger kids stared in amazement. They never thought Rory would be brave enough to go first. She hated that house and even chose to walk the longer route to school just to avoid it. Maybe the house wasn't as scary as it seemed and maybe Rory had somehow realized that.

They saw Rory push the door and then walk in to the darkness. 

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