Writing Prompt

Two full months ago, my mum and I drove into the new neighborhood. We made enough memories until it felt somewhat like our new home. Everyday I always saw the haunted house hiding at the dead-end whenever I walked to school.

It’s a overgrown, abandoned, wooden house with planks that seemed to be falling apart and windows that are boarded with old rusty nails. Something tells me to sneak in but I...

What on Earth is within those walls?

The suspense is killing me.

I wish to know what future calls

From the last house on Miller street.

What is lost behind that fence?

1 million dollars and 15 cents?

The boards padded window begs

For an explorer to enter in

And I laugh in danger’s face

Nothing can ever haunt me

So I break down the boards

Enter with no trace

Of a path where none can find me.

The l...

Joan has been living in neverlands for about a six months. Whenever he walked near the neighborhood, he’d always notice this oddly unique but quiet house. This was odd because in this neighborhood, you’d rarely be able to sleep at night because of the loud noises, but fortunately for Joan, he got used to it. Today, Joan decides he wants to talk to the house owner of the quiet house. Knock knock.. ...

The boarded-up house at the street's end was a local legend, ripe for exploration. Maya, Leo, and Sam, fueled by curiosity, decided to brave its shadowed depths. Leo, the bold one, pried open the back door, and they slipped into the dusty silence.

The boarded-up house at the street's end was a local legend, ripe for exploration. Maya, Leo, and Sam, fueled by curiosity, decided to brave its shadowe...

I begin my journey down the neighborhood street to the boarded house on the road. I don't know why I'm so curious about it. This curiosity will either end well or badly. Earlier, I told my friends about this house and invited them to come with me, but they all had other things to do. I wish at least one of them could've come so that I could be less nervous. But oh well.

As I'm coming up upon the...

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 (𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕥) 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 🅵🅰🅲🅴🅼🅾🅹🅸. "𝓜𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻" (𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓭) "𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂!". "𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰" 𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽 �...

The floorboards creaked with uncertainty and unknown horrors, as I made a quiet descent in the house. My heart felt like it was going to burst, I found myself often jumping from unexpected noises.

_Why was I here?_

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The question bubbled and squeaked in my head _just_ before it popped. Filling me to the brim with thread.

_I shouldn’t be here…_

Everyone else who lives in this neighbourho...

“It’s not really haunted you know.”

“Then why don’t you come in with us,” Tommy taunted. “You chicken?”

“Yeah. Bwack. Bwack. You chicken?” Joey asked.

Talon looked down at his feet. Then, he looked up again at his two friends. “Nah. I’m not chicken. I just think it could be a rat-infested, fire trap. That’s all. I just think it’s silly wanting to go into a house like that. Boarded up...

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. As I let it out, the cold night air causes it to form into a small fog cloud. In the soft glow of the moonlight I can clearly see the whole street. Including the old house at the end of the street: 502 Cherrywood Lane. It has been in a state of disrepair as long as I can remember. As long as anyone can remember. Many rumors have circulated about the...

Wondering wondrously, the roof that appears slightly in the distance catches my eye within moments. The misty clouds hovering around the white glowing moonlight set upon the roof where no one talks. The glowy green poison stroked along the ivy that spiralled around the house. Except for the door. The white-painted door was as fresh as new and the handle was clear as can be. All I could do at this ...