Haunted House

• Merceady's Nassar, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2017

I wish I had filled up with petrol, now I am stuck in the middle of nowhere with no phone and no signal. I feel my heart pounding as I rush for help.

Then right in front of me I see an old house, it’s dusty and dirty and that’s only the outside, I don't even want to look inside. As I get closer to the door I hear someone scream, I feel the door handle it’s cold and rusty. I push open the door and it smells like it has been freshly painted.

I hear someone scream again and then I run up the stairs not knowing where the sounds coming from. It’s getting louder I open the door and see a small boy crying and lying on the floor not knowing who he is. I ask “what has happened” and before he can answer I wake up.

As I open my eyes I see the young boy from my dream sitting at the edge of my bed. It’s at that time I realise he is my brother that passed away 4 years ago.