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Author: gen200
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Horror - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-20-05 - Updated: 10-20-05 - id:2031872

My name is Max; I don’t like to give out my last name, so just live with it, well, this story starts like any other, my sister and I had just moved into a new home, it was very rickety and needed allot of work, and wails were heard in the night. I don’t know why she wanted to fix that place up; it was ancient, medieval even.

I drug me feet through the tall grass, scratching like crazy at the bugs that were biting my legs, it was already swelteringly hot as the sun reared its ugly head over the trees, my sister, her name was amber, stepped up onto the porch, I stayed close behind, trailing her, I had expected the house to be as sickeningly sweet smelling ,and even hotter than, the out side, but when my sister turned the knob and pulled on the door a wave of bitter cold wind flooded out of the house, and several planks of wood fell from the ceiling.

“Whoa,” she said, a smile spreading on her face, “paranormal ac-“

“Lalalalalala!!!!!” I yelled as I plugged my ears, trying to drown out her voice, I didn’t believe in ghosts and aliens and all that, I refused to believe it.

Then the door closed by itself, I jumped about a foot in the air and the floor broke under one of my feet as I landed, I growled in frustration, as I pulled my foot out of the floor I swore I heard a moan, a ghostly, sad moan.

That night I tossed and turned in my bed, I was restless; it was near midnight that I heard it again, that soft, sad moan, this time it was accompanied by the faint sound of a crying girl, I snuck through the house, determined not to make a sound, as I rounded a corner the moaning grew slightly louder, I picked up my pace as thoughts raced through my head, it can’t be a ghost, can it? The moaning grew louder, what do I do if it is a ghost?

I turned a corner, all that was there was a door, I placed my hand on the door, I turned the knob, and I pulled on the door, there, in the bathroom stood a girl, she wore a tattered and holey bath robe, her face was knotted and mangled, and her skin seemed half rotted, I warily took a step forward, and……….



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