The house

Lily opened the door. SLAM. It shut behind her. The wind howled. Was it a ghost? A red eye glowed in the darkness…she wasn’t alone. Glass shattered everywhere, blowing the rain in. That’s when she heard it. Footsteps. “Run,” she thought. It was a maze of darkness; only a hint of light peaked though. “Could this be the end? It can’t be,” she murmured. Lily – an 11 year old girl- heard blackboards screeching. Puddles of blood lead a trail to the old oak stairs.

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