A/N: This is a short story I had on my xanga but decided to put on fictionpress. I do have a story with more chapters on here in case anyone's interested, but I decided to put something short on here because I had nothing better to do. Enjoy!

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I stared dumbly at the large double doors before me, my mouth forming a little 'O' right below my freezing nose. It was like in the movies, where the doors of a haunted house open automatically. Goosebumps appeared on my arms as I took it all in. The torn curtains, the shards of glass littering the floor, and the huge black letters on the walls. GET OUT! they screamed. And that was exactly what I wanted to do, but something inside of me pushed me forward...

I cursed my stupidity when the doors slammed shut behind me. This was the last thing I needed. I was already late. Fear and worry moved in on me. I didn't believe in this stuff, but here it all was: The Haunted House. I'd lived three blocks from it all my life but had never given it a passing glance until now.

My scarf had blown from my neck and into the yard. When I bent down to get it I remembered everything I'd heard about the place. And I became curious. As you all very well know, curiosity is what killed the cat. Am I to become this cat?

The sound of glass shattering brought me back from my thoughts. I whipped around to see where the sound had come from and saw a large chandelier on a table top in a room to my left. Pieces of glass were still falling from the table and onto the floor. I back up into a fake tree covered in cobwebs and then jumped away from that aswell.

This is not a movie. I told myself. This is not a haunted house and I'm not in any danger.

But I panicked anyway and rushed to the door. Flinging myself against it I grabbed the handle and frantically tried to turn it. The doorknob wouldn't budge.

Suddenly there was a banging on the door. I widened my eyes in fear and jumped away from it. What was once the most desolate house in the world was bumping, banging, and shattering all around me. After several seconds the door looked to be coming off of it's hinges. Whatever was out there was going to come in. I turned and ran up the stairs just as the door shattered inward.

Tears of desperation and fear welled up in my eyes when I heardit,whatever it was,coming up the stairs with twice the speed I had gone up with. I heard it coming behind me, but, not daring to look back, I continued running down the hall and flung myself into the first room with an open door I saw. I then slammed the door shut behind me.

I leaned up against the door and slid down slowly to a sitting position on the floor. I didn't have time to enjoy that small victory beforeitcame banging on the door. I ran from the door to a window on the far side of the room. Opening it slowly, I peered out and cried out in dismay when I saw that there was no way for me to climb down and nothing but pavement to break my fall.

bang. bang. bang.

The wood splintered on the door and I turned around to face my pursuer. bang. The door shattered to a million pieces and it entered the room...

And that was when I woke up.