September 1, 2007

“No! I don’t want to go to the haunted house!” I yelled in anger. “Sorry, dude, but you did choose ‘dare’.” said my friend John. It was a rainy night, and my three friends and I were at John’s house, playing ‘Truth or Dare?’ It was my turn and I had chosen dare and Matthew had this so-called perfect idea of me spending the night at the old Dorman’s house.

“Do you know that the last inhabitants were found dead in their beds, everyone of them burned to death on Halloween, sixteen years ago?” I asked Matthew.

“Sure do! That’s why I want you to go there tonight.”

“And find my ashes tomorrow morning?” I replied, indignantly.

Matthew gave a shrug. ‘He can be so irritating!’ I thought.

After half an hour, with many pleadings from my friends, especially from Matthew, I agreed to spend the night there.

With a torch, blanket and (just for precaution) my baseball bat, I set off towards the old, two-story mansion, next to the cemetery. The rain was pounding down on me and I quickly reached the door. With bated breath, I reached for the door. But, before my fingers contacted the door, it opened itself.

I tried to calm myself down, fighting the urge to run away from the creepy house. With extreme caution, I walked into the house. I arrived in the kitchen. The table was dusty and the place had a putrid smell. I moved my torch a little and saw a line of pictures, each one of them showing the family of each owner. All the owners were sons of the last owner, meaning the house was owned by the many generations of the Dormans. And, all the owners died a horrible death…

As I was lost in my thoughts, I thought I heard someone snore in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Shaking with fear, I went up the stairs. As, I reached the room from where the sound was coming, I heard a woman say something and the snoring stopped.

‘Now this is something!’ I thought.

In the middle of the night, as I was sitting near the door, I heard a terrible moan. I stood up at once and went for the door. But the moan seemed to be coming from the room where Eric Dorman and his family had been burned to death. I cautiously made my way up to the room. Just as I opened the door, I heard a terrible scream and I actually saw a man and woman being burned. With that image, I fainted…

The next morning, my friends came for me and saw me lying outside a room. Matthew threw some water on my face and I quickly regained consciousness. As I stood up, I dashed towards the bed, but saw no ash or any sign of burning over there. Looks like the Dorman house will remain a mystery for a long time…