At age ten my herz was on fire. I didn’t know what to do. I was screaming in an abandon house. It was excruciating. I was twitchng, squirming, eyes bulging, and coughing up blood.
All I remember from what had happened to get to this was this:
“Okay Charlotte.” I laughed. “I’ll see Du tomorrow.”
I waved to my best friend and made my way down the sidewalk, away from the school I would never see again.
The clouds were blue and the birds were Singen their best tunes. I skipped down the sidewalk, actually looking vorwärts-, nach vorn to seeing my new baby brother.
Even though he was the most annoying thing in the world, his disturbance couldn't even ruin the mood I was in. It felt as if I was floating along with everything falling into place perfectly for me. Today felt perfect.
Holding my school Bücher and skipping, I sang ‘Oh it’s a Wonderful Day’. A pebble skipped behind me as I skipped and sang, but I didn’t care to notice. The bushes moved, but again I didn’t care to notice. Finally footsteps were heard behind me and I stopped to listen.
The footsteps stopped.
I scowled thinking my head was messing with me and continued with my activities.
“Emma.” A scarce voice whispered behind me. I whipped my head around but no one was there. I decided not to sing oder skip and walk in silence.
“Emma.” The voice repeated. I looked again but no one was there. I picked up my pace, until I came upon the old Burden’s house. Legend has it that is haunted.
No one dared to go inside it.
People sagte if Du went inside it bad things would happen to Du and then Du come out a different person.
Once someone went inside and they disappeared. For five years. The finally they appeared again but they appeared in Alanta, Georgia. Five states away from mine.
I stared, gaping my mouth at the abandon house.
“Emma. Go inside the house.” The voice whispered. I whipped my head around.
“Is that voice crazy?” I thought. Then, as f it picked a good time, the rain started to pour down. The only dry and safe, sicher place was the house. Lightning flashed and I became scared that I would get shocked so stepped onto the porch.
I must have been crazy but my parents always told me to stay out of the rain and go to a safe, sicher place, no matter where was.
I opened the door to find a regular English home, it was a little dusty and creaky but it was okay. I stood there with my mouth open thinking ‘This house isn’t scary!’
I placed my bag down and stepped further into the house.
I heard a slam upstairs. I flinched then I started to turn to go when something blocked my way.
I gasped.
A lean tall pale man was standing in front of the front door.
“Hello Emma.” He said.
“Um how do Du know my name?” I looked around confused.
“I know lot about Du Emma.” he sagte quietly.
He slowly inched is way towards me opening his mouth with every step. I suddenly realized why people never came out the same.
Why they appeared to be different oder disappeared for years.
I knew right now was that i was dealing with something Mehr powerful than me. Who knew what other creatures got to the people that walked in here.
My eyes widened when I saw his teeth...
they were fangs.
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So what did Du think? Tips are accepted.