Two Junior high girls overhear a conversation about an old house and search for it and find the property. Babs’ father buys it for her to fix up for a Halloween party. The girls have some surprises in store for them when they discover what they have discovered.
“Bang!”
“What was that,” Babs asked.
Both girls froze in their tracks, waiting to see what would come next.
Babs slowly turned to face the door. It was closed! What, or who could have closed it?
Page hesitantly approached the door. She turned the knob and pushed. The door didn’t give!
“We’re locked in! What’ll we do now?” She was shaking like a leaf. Page frantically pushed at the door.
“Pull, don’t push!” Babs cried out.
Page yanked on the door. It flew open and she fell backward and landed on the bed. The black stain puffed up, making a cloud about her head. She came up spitting and sputtering.
Page and Babs stood on the steps of the old house staring at the front door. The door was a huge oak slab, bound with brass, secured by huge bolts. The lock was old, very old. There was a window on each side of the door. The windows looked like huge vacant eyes. The remnants of some old curtains still covered the windows.
“Well?” Babs said.
“Well What?” Page replied. She was shaking slightly. It couldn’t be because of the cold because the temperature was in the seventies and she was wearing Jeans and a light sweater.
Page was sixteen. She had just passed the drivers exam and acquired her first license. She was a stunning red head. She stood about five foot three and a half inches and weighed about one hundred ten pounds. All in all she was what the boys called (Stacked). Her father had given her an MG roadster he had patiently restored for this occasion. She was delighted but he cautioned her to drive it with caution because it was very valuable and quite powerful and could easily exceed the one hundred fifty miles per hour showing on the speedometer. She promised she would and the first thing she did was burn about a hundred miles worth of rubber off the brand new rear tires. That scared her enough to take her father at his word so she was very gentle on the accelerator thereafter.
Babs was fifteen. She wouldn’t turn sixteen until the fall. She had straight black hair, huge brown eyes and was quite pretty. She was slightly taller than Page and even though a few months younger, the ring leader. Page always followed her lead. So far the practice hadn’t landed the pair in any real trouble, just a couple of school pranks that landed them in the principal’s office.
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