It was a quiet fall afternoon; gusts of wind blow the leaves across the streets. I wore a jacket and a scarf due to the fact that it was brisk outside because of the overcast of clouds. I ran across the road through another neighbor's back yard over to Johnny's house, making sure I stayed clear of the house right next to it. As I approached the fence to hop over, I stopped and prepared to sprint knowing what would happen if I stopped again. I counted down three, two, one and jumped over the fence and ran, I ran as hard as I could to escape the rumors of that house. Not paying attention, I tripped on a rock and fell to my stomach. I quickly got up, afraid of the unknown of what would happen to me if I stood there any longer, I glanced at the house. Instantly I saw how deteriorated the wood was that held the house together, painted gray and very chipped, and a lone window at the side. A gray figure stood inside that window, mesmerized by what I was seeing I narrowed my eyes to see what it was, but it had already vanished. Once I comprehended what had just happened, curiosity gave way and fear quickly took place, and I started to run again, away from the house I wouldn't return to for years.
Years passed and now I was in my teenage years. I became a high school athlete projected to play sports in college, a beautiful girlfriend that I loved dearly and friends that were a little too rambunctious. We were a group of friends that loved adventures, always going on hikes, trying new restaurants, living life to the fullest. One day we decided to go on to the house that was famed to have a ghost inside. My friends insisted that we go at night. My girlfriend told me that it would be fun, and I eventually said yes because I could not say no to her. As we walked out the house to visit the ghost house across the street, a car zoomed through the street almost hitting one of my friends. We played it off and laughed at the rush of almost getting hit by a car. As we approached the house, we turned on our flashlights to be able to navigate through the house. My friends laughed at me, as I trembled at the thought of what could be inside this house. I thought "it won't be there" and "we will be ok". My friends knocked on the door of the abandoned house, joking as if someone lived there. It was locked. We tried the windows, they were locked. I suggested that we shouldn't tempt fate and that it is technically trespassing. Again, my friends laughed at me for being so scared, we walked around to the back- passing the very window where I saw the figure. Too frightened to look up, I hurriedly walked across the yard. One of my friends grabbed an axe to cut the hinge lock off the door. With one fell swoop he chopped off the metal bracket, and the door creaked steadily as it opened.
We all walked inside to investigate the house, as soon as we wal...
