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 house, it looks even more unsettling up close. Now I kind of want to go back, but I need to see my curiosity through. I open its rusty gates and slowly make my way through the unkept-looking front yard. When I finally make it to the front door, I hesitate, then slowly push the door open. Before I enter, I place my bat under my left arm and turn on my flashlight to get a better look at the inside. As I pan my flashlight to what seems like the living room, I can see old run-down furniture, paintings, and even questionable stains on the carpet flooring. I don't even want to know what that is.

I go further into the house and walk towards the kitchen, where I see broken dishes littering around on the counters and the floor. Unsettled, I wonder how and why these dishes came to be that way. Suddenly, I hear a noise, a creak, coming from upstairs, and I turn quickly. I silence my thoughts and strengthen my grip on my bat and flashlight. I wait for a few seconds, listening for more creaking noises, before I continue on my journey throughout the house. I slowly exit out of the kitchen and make it into a medium-sized room, which seems to be an office space that was once used by someone. There's nothing broken in here, and surprisingly enough, the room seems to be in good shape. Even the window for this office isn't boarded up. Strange. As if someone has been taking care of this room. No way, that can't be possible. I've never seen anyone come in or out of this house. Well, that's another mystery for me to figure out on another day.

Now, I slowly make my way upstairs, still unsettled and cautious from what happened earlier. At the top of the stairs, I look around and observe the rooms that were on the second floor. There are only 3 rooms, and from what I can tell, they're in the same condition as the living room downstairs. They also seem to have the same colored stain but in bigger blotches on each of their carpets. Suddenly, I'm startled by a couple of dogs barking not that far down the street. As I look at the dogs from a crack in the boarded window, I suddenly realize that the evening is quickly approaching and I have to get back home in time for dinner. I quickly make my way down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step, and exit the house. As I exit the house, I suddenly get the feeling that someone is watching me. I walk back down the street to my house and look back at the house in the last moment. I can't make out a clear picture, but it seems to me that there is a figure watching me from the window, which seems like the office window. Getting scared now, I run the rest of the way to my house and rush inside, locking the door behind me. With my curiosity filled now, I don't have any more urges of wanting to explore the boarded-up house anymore.