Chapter 1
Tiffany looked back at the houses behind her. They were all different as far as the paint colors and the plants growing profusely in each yard, but each was equally as welcoming compared to the old house she currently stood at. Now, looking at the homes, she felt an ache in her stomach. She desperately longed to leave the rickety stairs of the long since abandoned home and return to the safety of her sidewalk view of it.
The door creaked open and Tiffany jumped. She looked back once more.
“Go on!” Her friend yelled.
Tiffany sighed and turned towards the open door. Even with the whole house settled entirely in its caliginous atmosphere, she could tell that its owner had not been there in years. Just by its ghastly odor- fairly like a dead animal- and by the creaking of the door and the cobwebs in the doorway she knew the home would remain untouched. Who would bother with such a horrid place as this?
“Come on! I don’t have all day!” Her friend called again. Tiffany began to wonder how she had ended up with such a friend as her. There was nothing about her that said friend, but somehow she found herself unable to leave her- like there was some invisible force keeping them together.
In fact, looking back at when they had planned this “adventure”, Tiffany recalled a slight innocent glimmer of hope in her friend’s soft grey eyes that was what had pulled her into this whole mess. She remembered thinking there was a deeper meaning to her friend’s need of her to venture into this dark place and couldn’t resist her gentle eyes like moons, shining hopefully.
But look where that had led her! She was standing in the doorway of an abandoned house, couldn't see where she was going, couldn't protect herself if she needed to, and she still did not understand why she was here.
Her friend had lured her to this place, but somehow Tiffany had a greater feeling that there was something else that took her here too. A feeling of curiosity maybe? No. She would never be foolish enough to go into a supposedly haunted home just because she was curious. Not even when she knows ghosts aren't real.
Tiffany's thoughts were broken suddenly when she felt someone's cold hands on her back and she was shoved into the house. The door slammed shut and she was left alone on the floor of the pitch black room.
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