I was bored, my friends are studying and I felt like writing…I know its pretty bad but whatever.

The girl groaned, how could she let her friends to drag her to the old haunted house again. Last time they had heard weird noises and all her friends took off but she just calmly walked away like nothing had happened. The house was supposed to be haunted by this teenage boy’s spirit but people had only heard strange noises or seen the curtains blowing, all, she knew, could easily be explained. They walked up the tall steps of the old house. She had to admit it did look spooky but it was just an old house. It looked like one of the house out of a horror film, big windows, made of wood, not really scary but just the idea of the old horror films seemed to frighten the girls the most.

She was first, she calmly opened the door that was never locked, and calmly walked in. Her friends, three girls, Brenda, Lesley, and Shannon, followed close behind her. “Emily, why aren’t you afraid? It’s so spooky in here.” Emily shrugged and walked up to the stairs that she knew were placed in front of the door and clicked her flashlight on. She shone it up the stairs and smiled back at her friends, she knew just how to scare them, she had gotten her brother to come to the house just before them and hide somewhere. “Hello in here. Ghost boy, show yourself.” She called into the huge house, her friends jumped and huddled together, “Don’t!” She smiled as she could hear her brother coming forward, “Get out. I will not let you stay in my house.” She smiled, her brother was a great actor, he was doing a great job.

Suddenly the door slammed shut, Emily smiled even more, “Who are you? Show yourself.” The footsteps got closer like they were right behind them, “I am Tylor MacJerold. Get out of here.” They all turned, Emily looked around, where was her brother, he couldn’t be too far. Her friends turned back at her and screamed, “Emily!” She turned around, trying to hide her smile, nothing was there, she looked back at her friends, “What? Was it him? Did you see the ghost?” They shook their heads and pointed to her chest. She looked down and screamed, a long spear was sticking out of her chest. Suddenly she could feel her chest squeeze together and she dropped to her knees, “Go get help! Oh Lord, don’t let me die!” Her vision began to go as two of her friends raced out of the house for help, the third, Shannon knelt by her, “Emily, talk to me.” Emily dropped to her side on the ground. Shannon screamed, “Emily!” She shook Emily but she didn’t respond, she felt for a pulse and didn’t find one, listened for breathing but didn’t feel any, she was dead.

Running out of the house, Shannon began to cry and tears ran down her face. She suddenly tripped over something and went straight to the ground. She turned and looked at what she tripped on, she screamed again. Emily’s brother was ghost white and dead lying in the grass; his eyes and mouth showed that the last thing he saw was horrible. She struggled to her feet and ran. Shannon got out of the yard and ran all the way to the police station two blocks away. She told the police and they went back to the house. She brought them to where she tripped over the body…it wasn’t there. She gasped and ran into the house, Emily wasn’t there, but there were drag marks along the ground into the main room. The police pulled out their guns and walked in, one jumped back and pulled her out of the house. The other looked at the two teenagers that were sitting on the coach one with his ghostly face stares at the police officer the other was sleeping on the coffee table like sleeping beauty, with her hands folded together on her chest.

The house was locked up, and boarded up, no one ever dared enter Tyler Mac Jerold’s house ever again. That was the twentieth unexplained murder finding in less then two years. The noise stopped, the strange curtain blowing stopped, and still no one even walked on the same side of the street as the old house.