The house gleamed like diamonds, from Amanda’s neck lace that she wore since her dad died. She couldn’t take her eyes away not even for a minute. She couldn’t help but walk up the steps toward the house, with each step she felt like someone was pulling her toward the house. Amanda grabbed the door handle with her might and sighed when she saw that it was a regular but big house. The floor boards creaked for her weight.
She went through door to door imagining herself being in this house and also wondering why no one lived here in such a long time. Then an alarm went through her ‘what if I find a dead body’, or ‘what if someone is living here and it’s a trap to lower me in deeper into the house and kill me’ but that all went away as she entered the kitchen and found that it looked like a regular looking kitchen and the window was gleaming form the afternoon sun. It looked beautiful and it felt like it didn’t seem real.
Amanda walked form room to room looking for anything mysterious looking like a dead body. But everything looked marvelous and grand. When she got to the last room her nerves hit her in the stomach making her tremble. I guess this is the part where I find the dead body or the person living here she thought. Then she remembered her mother’s words the other day, “if you go to far then you’ll never see daylight again”, that was the day she told her mom about the house she passed and that she wanted to check the place out but her mother looked most frightened like she’d seen a ghost. Amanda snapped out of the thought and closed her eyes. She let the excitement and nervousness flow out with a sigh and opened the door. The door creaked loudly and slowly. With her eyes still closed she set her foot inside the room slowly. When she didn’t fell anything Amanda put her other foot down beside the other one. But there was nothing still. As she opened her eyes she found there was nothing. No floor boards only air. She tried to scream as she fell deep down but nothing came out. I’m falling and have nothing except for my mother’s words.
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