"Do you want to go for a walk?" Scott asks me.
"It's gonna be dark soon," I tell him.
"So we'll go for a short walk," he shrugs.
"Okay," I agree.
We leave my house and begin our journey through my neighborhood. We make it down a couple of streets when something catches Scott's eye.
"What's that?" He points toward a structure a few yards up.
"It's an abandoned house," I explain. "My parents say no one's lived there in decades."
"That's so cool!" He beams. "Let's go inside."
The only streetlight begins to flicker as we approach the building. Siding is hanging off and the front door is dangling by a single hinge.
I start to follow Scott into the rundown house.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I hesitate.
"Come on, Rachel," he urges. "What's the worst that could happen?"
"We get arrested for trespassing," I remind him.
"Rare," he shrugs.
"Rare still happens," I argue.
"Are you coming or not?" He groans.
I think for a moment.
"Fine," I give in. "But if we get in trouble, you can explain it to my parents."
"We'll be fine, babe," he promises. "Let's go."
We walk farther into the building; Scott leads us through its rooms and hallways. The house doesn't look abandoned on the inside like it does on the outside. I venture through the house and open a closet halfway down a hallway and see a vacuum, broom, and a couple of jackets hanging up. I follow Scott as he enters the kitchen and take a look around. There's a fridge, stove, oven, all the appliances a kitchen should have.
Scott opens the fridge and sighs.
"Don't tell me you were actually gonna eat something out of there," I grimace.
"Just checking to see if there's still power," he says. "There's not by the way."
"Good, let's get out of here," I suggest.
"We just got here," he defends. "Just relax. We're not gonna get in trouble."
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, "okay."
I leave the kitchen and go up a flight of stairs before moving through another hallway to one of the bedrooms.
"Babe!" I call.
"What?" He shouts back.
"You need to see this!" I yell.
Scott comes running in and stops next to me.
"Is that-" he starts.
"A coffin?" I finish.
"Yeah," he nods.
"I think so," I say.
"Should we open it?" He asks.
"We can't open it!" I scold.
"Why not?" He questions.
"Someone might be in there," I tell him. "We need to leave."
"If they're in there, they're dead," he assures me.
"Then it would be extremely disrespectful to explore this house and that coffin," I reason.
"Let's just open it," he persists. "Just to look inside."
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What Comes In Must Not Go OutShort Story
Completed. Two teenagers go for a walk when a mysterious abandoned house captures their attention. Like anyone would, they let their curiosity get the best of them. Will they have some fun looking around? Or will they quickly learn that what comes i...