This is the first short story that I created in almost four years. In that time, my poetry has being outgrowing the amount of my stories. The real-time tale that inspired the story is quite amusing. Whereas the moment after that event, I began writing the first two pages. This story is unlike any other that I wrote. Since age ten I’ve been reading classical literature and I’ve decided to put this in an elder form of English, and I’m only seventeen. This story is my groundbreaking one, a horror/suspense short story, unlike any of my mystery ones. But truly, if anyone thinks of it, all genres are interconnected into mystery. I hope the reader enjoys, for as all that I’ve shown are amazed at how well it is written. It is copyrighted so no stealing. Even though that it may look REALLY long, it is only fourteen pages long. I also did the cover art which took me just about three hours to entirely. Comments are greatly taken.
“There’s an old house bordering the city of De Soto which is only two and a half miles away from our community.” He also said that “it was the oldest house in the state of Iowa”. He want the whole thing to be an “experience”, it was quite an experience.
So we talked about it, Corey, Sean, and I. We agreed, yet we wanted to make it for a real group. And to think, the ones who we invited would still be alive today, only if we had not asked them. Corey invited his brother John, Sean invited Nathaniel and Tom and I invited my girlfriend, I learned to regret it.
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The definition of a rumor is that it can but then again, might not be true. The rumor was of the house which was built on haunted grounds. The people who built it, left to flee the dead. In truth, the dead still do live there as if they were still living, performing their daily routines without their bodies. Yet it is not where it was a repeating record, it was a conscious paranormal being. They interacted with us and we interacted with them. How could we ignore them? They interacted with us. I will never, ever forget of those two weeks and I guess I never will, for I shall now tell you what those two weeks changed.
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