Who's scared of the dark ?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: November 27, 2013

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After school , Josh and  Montague  decided to celebrate ,by going to fuck a little ' night on the streets.
 Towards evening they went out , vandalizing a little ' everywhere, leaving their mark on the walls and writing with the cans until they found  house  Smith. Home Smith was an old house , perched , with shutters and doors to pieces , inside there was still everything as he had left the man who lived there , although the vandals could take whatever they wanted . It is rumored that the house was haunted by the ghost of the former owner , Gordy Smith, who was killed mysteriously in his own house. Whoever had killed him had never been caught, and no one had bothered to look for it, this elusive murderess , because Mr. Smith was a man with all cranky and intractable .
 The boys looked with a smile on their  lips, would be exciting to be able to tell your friends that you  entered Smith's house at midnight ... already imagined the face of those really believed in the story of the ghost! They said that the old Gordy would take revenge on anyone who entered into his house , so no one had ever taken anything .
 But for  the two boys were all lies ... wanted to prove to be more courageous than others. So they decided to enter.
 They opened the gate , now unstable , and walking though the dead garden  .

Arriving at the door , Josh and Montague  exchanged a look , and they entered . The door creaked ominously , but neither of them took any notice .
 The house smelled of rotten, old , and there was a thick layer of dust everywhere , and thick carpets covered the floor was chipped ke below.
- What would scary , this hovel ? - Montague muttered . Josh laughed, and a look of disdain reserved the entire room - the living room , it seemed - he was observing .
 They looked to the other rooms, without haste, by moving some items to do so . Josh took from one room to an empty frame without photos and with a rather dirty glass . He took it , and after watching her threw it on the ground, without restraint. The frame splintered , and the glass shattered.
 They came upstairs , through the creaking stairs , and entered into what was once a beautiful bedroom. It was right there, in his sumptuous bed during sleep , who  killed Gordy Smith.
- Here there is nothing interesting - Josh said .
 Suddenly rang twelve strokes of an old clock : it was midnight . The two boys stood , as if petrified . The sounds seemed to come from the house, perhaps that big old fashioned clock that was down in the living room .
 Yet it seemed to them that it wasn't  working ...
They looked : there was something in the atmosphere, disturbing , not that convinced them . A cold shiver shook them .
 Something unexpected caught their eyes : the rumpled bedspread was something going on . A dark stain was spreading , soaking the bed, a dark liquid , dense, strong odor .... they recognized him right away, even though they had not seen so much and so closely: the blood. A huge pool of blood was spreading under their eyes , exactly where many years before the body of Gordy Smith was shot to death .
 Josh Montague 's eyes widened and he opened his mouth , but  managed to make no sound . The fear paralyzed them . Now the twelve chimes had ceased , but you could still hear the sound dismal , gloomy, that echo far that still lingered in the air.
 The two boys heard footsteps behind them , they had not even have the strength to escape. When the footsteps stopped , the two turned toward the door , a figure watched them with eyes bloodshot. The ghost of the old Smith.
 From the window in the living room came a slight breeze that caressed the empty frame : the glass intact, was back exactly in its place.
 No one saw them again ..Josh  and Montague, no one knew anything. But that evening , at midnight, someone could have sworn he heard screams coming from ... Smith House screams that made my skin crawl. Screams of death.

 

The boy finish telling the story , to his friends

-Is it a real story ?- asked clary ...

-yes ....- answered The boy

-Then tell us , how u knew is true ?...Mr. omniscient ?? -said David trying to ridicule him

the boys looked at the boy with anxiety and curiosity

-You really wanna know ?-


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