The house across my street has been abandoned since before I was born.

I may be only eleven but I know there is something about that house…No, IN that house.

There is something different. I remember when we moved here when I was five. We passed it while we were driving to our house. The rusty old gates, the boarded up windows…the unlocked door…it almost seems to be saying; “hey! Come inside me!…so you can die!”

It’s so eerie. It gives me the chills. My best friend, Addie, told me to go inside with her this afternoon. I remember the exact words.

“Kayla, come on! It’s not really haunted. It’s probably just due for some cleaning!”

For some stupid reason I agreed. Speaking of which,

“Kayla, yoo-hoo? Anyone home?” She is yelling outside while knocking on the door.

“Your early.”

“Yeah! I couldn’t wait!”

“I see that!” I say, seeing she has a whole duffel bag full of stuff. “What’s in the bag?”

“Flashlights, extra sweaters, matches, batteries, rope, you get the point.” She says while digging through the bag. “Let’s go!”

“…okay…” I quietly say.

We walk the half block to the house. When we get there Addie tries to open the gate, but it is to rusty.

“Dang. We will have to go a different way.” She mutters under her breath. “To the gate!” She yells excitedly.

“We are already here. At the gate. Do you need glasses?” I ask her.

“No, we are going there.” She points to the low part of the gate, which is still fifteen feet tall. “I hope that you brought your climbing shoes!” She says while tying a big rock to the rope. She throws it over the gate and starts to climb.

“But…but…” I stutter.

“No but’s. Those are for toilets.” She says. She is already at the top. She jump to the other side.

I start to climb. When I get to the top, I jump down. We enter. The steps to the house creek as we walk up. When we get in, we notice that everything is old and antique. We turn on our flashlights and gasp. Because we are two feet away from a monster. It has shaggy hair and dark eyes that make us feel uneasy. Luckily, or unluckily, the floor below us gives away. And the last thing I hear is screaming.