The rumours about this house were true. Sort of. In front of me is a girl. She's about my age, a little shorter, with long blonde hair that covers her face. She's standing about five yards away from me, but she looks poised to spring, like she's about to attack. I'm starting to freak out, but subconsciously my body tenses, leaning forward like I would if I were about to get into a fight.
"What do you want?" her voice is smooth and young, not the witches cackle or nails on chalk board that I thought it would be.
"Nothing" I say, surprising myself by how calm I sound. Every muscle in me is tense though, and I can sense something about to happen.
"You have seen too much." Before the words she has spoken have even been fully registered by my brain, she's running at me, her hair now trailing out behind her. She swings with her one arm at my head, but I manage to get my own arm up to block her. she hits it with such force that my phone which had been in my hand is thrown across the corridor, bouncing along the floor.
The girl screams as she swings at me again, this time her fist catching me in the jaw. Ouch! Now I'm mad...
To be continued :)
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Haunted
Mystery / Thriller"I know I shouldn't be here. I know its stupid. But if I back out, then I'm a coward, and I am no coward. Theres only one thing for it... I'm going in..." ok, this was originally an idea from a friend for how to get over my writer...
