Haunted House

• Ella Stonehouse, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2017

It all started with a dare. A single dare that would leave me scarred for life. My best friend and I were walking down the street, a street that we had never been down before. Take another wrong turn, the sign said, so we did,as we turned, I smelt the stale air.

I peered into the dark hallway. I heard a scream behind me. I turned around and saw that Jordan was gone. The door slams shut, I see before me a table with candles and food. As I start to walk over I see a phone. I call my mum but it was Jordan screaming.

Now there are goosebumps covering me, fright and cool air. All I can taste is the Bloody Mary I had earlier. All I can smell is fresh blood and my fainted perfume. A doll starts calling me mummy. It was a younger version of me.

Something grabs the doll. I run upstairs and go into the bathroom. When I look in the mirror it shatters and something jumps out grabbing me by the neck.