Haunted House
Haunted House “Come on you big baby” my friend Ron said. It was Friday the 13th and we were at a real life haunted house. It wasn’t one of those haunted houses they put together for Halloween; it was a real life haunted house. Let me start at the beginning.
It was Thursday the 12th and me and a couple of my friends decided we were going to go for a walk down the scariest street in the neighborhood, the town, and maybe even the world. Rumor had it that more than 50% of the houses had murders occur in them. We wanted to check out the Cortez house where a family of 15 had their parents go crazy and started hitting their children from the age of five to the age of 19. “I dare Shawn, Austin, and Kate to spend the night in the Cortez house” Ron said. Me, Shawn, and Kate all said “ok”. But then it went even further “you have to do it tomorrow on Friday the 13th. We all agreed that was a crazy idea considering no soul has ever gotten within ten feet of that house and lived to tell the story. Maybe a ghost took them away. Maybe the ugly tattered green and yellow worn shades blinded them, maybe the howling wolf whenever somebody walked by did the trick. We all said that we would meet back up here tomorrow after school got out to discuss the matter, after all it was only Thursday. When I got home my mom asked me “Austin it is midnight and you have school tomorrow where were you at” I smiled and lied “I was just hanging out at Ron’s house mom.” “Ok” she snapped, “just don’t be late again on a school night”. “Sorry, mom. Oh yeah, mom can I spend the night at Ron’s house tomorrow?” I asked. “yes, I will take you over there when I get off work.” This morning I got up and went to school. Then we all met at the haunted house to discuss who was going to do it. Kate and I agreed to it and Ron said he would join, but Shawn didn’t want anything to do with it. “Come on you big baby!” Ron said. Then Shawn said “No, I would rather live past the age of 15!”, then he ran home
It was Thursday the 12th and me and a couple of my friends decided we were going to go for a walk down the scariest street in the neighborhood, the town, and maybe even the world. Rumor had it that more than 50% of the houses had murders occur in them. We wanted to check out the Cortez house where a family of 15 had their parents go crazy and started hitting their children from the age of five to the age of 19. “I dare Shawn, Austin, and Kate to spend the night in the Cortez house” Ron said. Me, Shawn, and Kate all said “ok”. But then it went even further “you have to do it tomorrow on Friday the 13th. We all agreed that was a crazy idea considering no soul has ever gotten within ten feet of that house and lived to tell the story. Maybe a ghost took them away. Maybe the ugly tattered green and yellow worn shades blinded them, maybe the howling wolf whenever somebody walked by did the trick. We all said that we would meet back up here tomorrow after school got out to discuss the matter, after all it was only Thursday. When I got home my mom asked me “Austin it is midnight and you have school tomorrow where were you at” I smiled and lied “I was just hanging out at Ron’s house mom.” “Ok” she snapped, “just don’t be late again on a school night”. “Sorry, mom. Oh yeah, mom can I spend the night at Ron’s house tomorrow?” I asked. “yes, I will take you over there when I get off work.” This morning I got up and went to school. Then we all met at the haunted house to discuss who was going to do it. Kate and I agreed to it and Ron said he would join, but Shawn didn’t want anything to do with it. “Come on you big baby!” Ron said. Then Shawn said “No, I would rather live past the age of 15!”, then he ran home