The school bell rang pounding against my eardrums like drumsticks. I walked out of class onto the hard pavement and took a deep breath of the fresh air. Today was Halloween so we were let out of school early. I jumped into my car to drive to the coffee shop down the road. There I would meet my two friends Jax and Aaron. Jax is 17 and really nice. He’ll never let a friend down. Aaron is different. He’s funny and always goes off a subject. I pulled my thick hair into a ponytail and started to drive.
Once at the coffee shop, I sat down at Jax and Aaron’s table down putting my backpack beside me. “Hi Margo,” Jax said.
Aaron put a newspaper in front of me. I looked at him with wide eyes. “Read it.”
I picked up the paper and scanned through it. There was a house where a girl died and was supposably haunted.
“Well?” said Aaron raising an eyebrow.
“Well what?” I said back.
“Wanna go?”
I looked at him like he was crazy then said, “Whatever, but if we get in trouble it’s your fault,”.
I stood at the tall door. My hand shook as I turned the doorknob. I took a step into the dark house. Everything was dusty. All the furniture was covered by white sheets. Jax pulled out a camera as Aaron made some stupid comments. I stared at the stairs and walked to them.
Once at the second floor, I looked down a long hallway then heard a big crash come from the bedroom. We walked over and saw a girl. Her clothes were torn, and dry blood sat under her fingernails. I jumped and ran down the stairs with Jax and Aaron behind me. I never turned back.