by Lexie Bitter
Maybe it was just me, but I’m almost sure the eyes in that picture just moved. I have never liked coming to this ancient old house.
I don’t know if it’s the stories I’ve been told for years, or if it’s all the strange sounds. The stairs creak and the whole place moans and groans. There are scratching sounds coming from the attic and rattling sounds in the basement. Weird shadows move across the walls and all the curtains blow around like the windows are open.
This creepy old house has been in our family as long as anyone can remember. As the story goes, Great, Great Uncle Ben died here about one hundred years ago under suspicious happenings. He was found face down in the old fish pond one Halloween. Great, Great Uncle Ben hated that pond and all the fish in it. They say that he wouldn’t go within one hundred feet of it and avoided it at all costs. Ever since he died the house has had a creepy feel to it. It seems as if the trees even sigh as they sway in the wind.
So why am I here in a place I hate on Halloween? Grandma gave the town permission to use it for the haunted house. As far as I’m concerned, no one has to try to haunt it. Great, Great Uncle Ben already has it covered. Just look at his picture hanging on the wall. C-r-e-e-p-y!
All the rooms were open except Great, Great Uncle Ben's. No one had gone in it since he died, so when I heard a mysterious banging coming from inside, it was a little scary. When I went to look, I could see a faint light under the door. Just when I reached out to the doorknob the door flew open and a hand grabbed my arm, pulling me inside. The door closed with a loud bang and a click of the lock. Everyone out in the hall was yelling and running for the nearest exit. I thought I would faint from fright!
Just imagine my surprise when a flashlight came on and there in the middle of the bed sat grandma, laughing so hard she was crying. What a night! Everyone got a fright, and I still say that house is creepy!
