I looked carefully around reviewing what would soon become my eternal resting place. I didn’t like this feeling at all, it was fear. I usually bottle in my fear, if I am afraid you can’t tell. I gulped deeply as I realized I was a fool for taking such a bet. My heart fiercely pounded so hard against my chest, my chest feeling it would collapse much like a dilapidated house being eaten away by flames. I gently took a deep breath, I was going to be fine…I hoped. The moon was full and hung in one spot like it was tacked in the sky. There was a crisp breeze that bombarded my whole body, which made goose bumps begin sprouting all over my arms. The hairs on my neck stood up, as I felt I was being watched. I needed the money, I really did but was risking my life worth it? I felt that house sitting was one thing, but house sitting in a house next to a graveyard that could be haunted. Maybe it was just random rumors? I sure hoped so. I was barely sixteen and wasn’t ready to die, maybe I’m worrying to much! I mean just because a house seems haunted doesn’t mean it is! Right?
I slowly walked up the three steps made of rotting wood, and then I was on the porch. I turned the knob delicately and cautiously peeked in before going inside the eerie house. The door sounded like twenty nails all on a big, black chalkboard. I couldn’t shake the feeling I would die here, it was like I knew. As I stepped into the house the door swung behind me shutting with a large, thunderous boom it scared me so much I felt my soul leap out of my one-hundred and thirty pound body. I glanced around and found light switches covered in cob webs, I turned them on not seeing a spider near them. Then everything lit up, it didn’t seem so scary anymore. I didn’t feel so nervous anymore, I seemed more comfortable in my new surroundings. A nearby cuckoo clock alerted me it was ten o’clock, I decided to look for a room to sleep in. I wandered into a hallway straight ahead, and then opened the first door.
The room seemed like a fourteen year olds room, except it wasn’t a modern fourteen year old. It seemed the child was a girl judging by the pink walls and interesting choice of décor. There was a twin sized bed nestled into the upper left corner of the wall. A big bookshelf pressed against the upper right corner of the carnation colored wall. About twelve posters but the posters were of: Michael Jackson, Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, Billy Ocean, Billy Joel, Elton John; there was two of each singer. I strode into the room and peered into the closet. It was full of mismatched clothing! It seemed like this child was a teen in the 1980’s, or was a huge fan of that time period! I walked out of the room and sensibly chose the next door which was the second door.
The door was old and looked like it was from the 1800’s! It had a large knob and a big hole for a key. I gradually wrapped my hand around the knob, pondering if I should open it. My body acted faster than my mind for as I made the choice not to I had already swung the crooked door out of place. I began shaking as I entered the room. It wasn’t an adult’s room, it seemed like another teen’s room. It had no bed, just a bale of hay. No pictures just a magnifencent painting of a boy with blonde hair that gently swept to right of the teen’s face. I saw a axe propped against the wall and above the bale of hay was two swords that crossed each other. I creaked the door shut as I walked to the last door in the narrow hall.
This one room truly terrified me! I opened the what seemed to be a normal door hoping for a gorgeous room. Instead I found another teen’s room but this one was far worse. It had a hammock, and an gun in the corner. Around the room written in what seemed like red paint was “KILL!” “DIE!” “YOUR DAY IS NUMBERED!” I slowly saw a figure form in front of me. A teen girl with milky white eyes glared at me from the hammock. She saw me and grabbed the gun and aimed it at me! I slammed the door shut and ran for my life!
I heard the door in the hall swing open and I darted for the door and made it I grabbed the handle and pulled and turned. It didn’t budge, the door sat there! I watched as the girl with a shot gun came up to me and she flew to me she didn’t run! She’s a ghost! A spirit! I grabbed the knob holding it for dear life and began crying and screaming!
“LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF HERE!” She pressed the barrel of her gun to my head and put her finger on the trigger suddenly a flash of light and my body went limp.
“You’re really an idiot you know that!” A teen boy’s voice exclaimed.
“No! I don’t like visitors, especially living ones!”
“I don’t care! You need to treat her with respect and not try to kill her!”
“She shouldn’t have been nosy!”
“She was exploring!”
“URGH! You are such a player when it comes to new visitors!”
“I am NOT! I just don’t think she need to die because of your jealousy!”
“Jealousy! Jealous! Why would I be jealous!?”
“Because she can wander the Earth and you’re confined to a life here!”
“Look! I am going to leave her alone, but she better watch herself! One day I’ll get the switching spell right! Then I will be human!”
“That’ll be the day…”
“You’re lucky you’re a ghost! Or I would punch you in the face!”
“Raven, go back to your room….”
“I am going because I want to! You might as well catch up this intruder on her new life…”
“I will…after you leave!”
“FINE!” A slam of a door and the teen girl’s voice was gone.
I felt my eyes open and I was laying on a couch, my head whirling. I slowly sat up, that was weird! Where am I?! Oh I must have fallen asleep, it was a dream…no it was a nightmare. Why am I still here?
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