The House

I woke up at 9:23 in the morning, to my dog barking at something outside. A black bird flew off my windowsill as I got out of bed and got ready for my day, feeling excited for what adventure I had planned for tonight. 
  As soon as I was done, I walked outside and got on my bike, pedaling down street after street until I found what I was looking for. The house. 
  Every town has that one house that’s old and broken, nobody wants because they say the house is haunted. This is that house. Only this one is different than the others, the others all have stories. This house has no story, no deaths reported, nothing but that every person that enters has never been heard from or seen again. No sign of them. I’m sure there’s more to the story than that though, because none of the grown-ups will talk about it, just insist that I should stay far away from the house. 
  I stopped in front of the overgrown yard and stood staring at the front of the house. The grayish front door whose previous color was long gone, the vines creeping up the side of the house, the windows caked with dust in a way that made them impossible to see through. The perfect house to explore tonight. 
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  I snuck out of bed that night, right after my parents went to sleep. I silently rode my bike out to the house, bringing only a flashlight and my phone. What more would I need, anyway? 
  When I got to the house I hid my bike in a bush and looked up at the old, vine covered front, much more menacing in the dark. I hesitated for a moment, rethinking my plan, but decided to keep going. There was nothing to be scared of! Ghosts don’t exist. 
  I walked quickly up to the house, turning on my flashlight as I stepped onto the rickety porch. The wooden boards creaked under my feet, and I hurried to get to the door in worry that they’d collapse under me. 
  The doorknob was ice cold, and the door slowly swung open the second my fingers touched the knob. Excitement mingled with fear bubbled up inside me as I shined my flashlight inside. 
  Everything was covered in dust. There was a spiral staircase right across from the door, furniture torn and scattered in random places throughout the room, and three doors just on the first floor. I was sure there was probably a basement and attic somewhere, and possibly three normal floors as well. 
  I stepped inside, dust clouds swirling where my feet fell. I jumped as the door slammed shut behind me, rattling the windows. 
  I was about to try to open the door again, just to be sure, but decided to explore first. Whether it’d open or not wouldn’t change, would it? And why wouldn’t it open? I was just freaking myself out over nothing. 
  Instead, I walked over to the door on my right. It was already open a few inches, and I slid through the crack into a bedroom. 
  The bed was at an odd angle in a corner, the mattress shredded and looking as if it were stained with blood. The closet doors were both ripped off, and lying on top of something. 
  Cautiously, I went over and lifted one up. I dropped it with a yelp. There was a off white, skeleton hand under the door, the rest of the remains probably underneath the other one. 
  Okay, I’m done. I was just going to get out of there. I turned around, and for a split second I was sure I saw a woman covered in blood standing by the door. 
  Now terrified, I ran out the door, hoping nobody else was out there. Once I got out I flung the front door open, and gasped. 
  There was no overgrown lawn or bushes or road, just another room similar to the one I’d been in. Now panicking, I threw open all the other doors to find more rooms.
  I heard a maniacal laugh from the stairs and saw four ghosts standing at the foot of the stairs. The bloody woman, two little girls with smiles cut into their faces, and a man with his throat slit. 
  All I could do was stare in horror at them, until I noticed the woman had a knife in her hand. She was floating closer, laughing. 
  I frantically turned and ran through the doorway right behind me, slamming the door behind me and locking myself  what resembled a living room which a murder occurred, which had likely happened. 
  There was a pool of blood next to a broken piano, and just as I thought maybe they weren’t coming after me a hand rose out of the blood. The hand was followed by another, and one of the girls with a smile carved into her face pulled herself out of the puddle. 
  “She’ll get you.” The girl whispered hoarsely, before shrieking and charging at me. “Why didn’t you help us? Why didn’t you stop her? You’ll pay for this, coward!” She screamed and closed her cold fingers around my throat. 
  All of a sudden she disappeared, leaving a cold feeling on my neck as I gasped for breath, sinking to the floor. I had to get out of here. I had to… 
  I slowly moved and peeked under the door. At first I saw nothing, but then a pair of feet appeared in front of the door, protruding out from under a bloodstained dress. 
  “She’ll get you, she’ll get you, you can run but there’s no escape.” I heard a sing-song voice and spun around to see both the girls behind me, repeating the same a sentences in the same voice. 
  The door flung open, hitting me in the side of the face and sending me sprawling across the floor. 
  The woman came through the door, holding her knife and grinning broadly. With a swift motion, too fast to follow, she was upon me and holding the ice cold blade to my throat. 
  “Do you wish to die?” She asked in a hollow, raspy voice that sent shivers down my spine. 
  “N-no.” I whispered, terrified. Not sure whether that mattered or if she was toying with me. 
  “As you wish.” She said as she slashed my throat open. 
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  I woke up at 9:23 in the morning, to my dog barking at something outside. A black bird flew off my windowsill as I got out of bed and got ready for my day, feeling excited for what adventure I had planned for tonight....