Friday finally a day off, work in an old abandon mansion is no fun, when your me. First of all I didn't sign up for this, and secound of all my step Father is a liar. He said that this would be fun, but for a sixteen year old girl like myself, it's like a cage. I pick my stuff up from where it lay on the floor of the old place. When I first saw this place it was a horror house. Broken windows, wood splitting, creaky floor boards, and most of all the locked attic, and basement. Who even does that? Maybe for protection, or to keep things in or who knows maybe out? As I make my way across the room, I take evrything in wondering what it must have looked like back in it's day. Red velvet carpet, fancy designs etched into the walls, a crystal chandeler, pictures of the most famous painters. Sounds lovley as I think about it inside my head.
I make my way to the door, I 'm about to grab the door handle when a knock comes from the other side? Scary me half to death, who could it be this early of a morning? My step father hardly not, a friend no still sleeping then who? I slowly open the door fearing who could possibly be on the other side.
A boy stood on the other side of the door glaring at me as if I did something wrong. The boy spoke up, at last "Who are you?" Was he serious? "Who are you?" He asked again, when I did not answer him the first time around. Um i'm Cassey, and who are you? "Cassey whats your last name?" My last name really, who was this guy? Um my last name is Shults, and might I ask of yours? "My name is no need of your concern, now I must ask of you why are you in my house?" The boy's eyes turned black, and he flung his head back, and laughed a scary laugh then dissapeared into thin air.
I awoke suddenly screaming in my bed.
The End.