Her Haunted Mansion - Part 1

         One day there was a young girl. She was standing by a telephone pole. She had long, straight brown hair. She lived in a haunted mansion. It is always dark and cold in the house. She didn't live alone, of course. She lived with the souls of old ladies that had died years ago. Other than the old souls, she lived with her tall, brown haired, baby blue eyed boyfriend.
         The girl was in her phone when she pulled out her keys to unlock the door. As she unlocked the door she heard a cry of help from her boyfriend. She dropped her phone and went back to trying to unlock the tall white door. But it wouldn't move. She ran around the house to the back door, but it slammed shut before she got to it. There is only one other way to get in, that is to bust the door down. But with the old souls against her it might not happen. She kicked the door down and rushed to the kitchen where Nathan was screaming at the top of his lungs. He was leaning on the counter with a waxing strip on his back. All of a sudden something pulled off the strip. Of course his back hair came off, but so did some of his skin.
         A while later she got him to lay down. On his stomach of course; he didn't ache anymore. But that was only because she gave him aspirin, and she put ointment on his back. She wants to move, so someone else can get hurt by those old spirits. When she went upstairs to check on Nathan, there he was laying on his stomach peacefully. But there was a knife in his back. The dark red blood covered the white one hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. All she did was stand there. That's all she could do, stand there. She couldn't move, she didn't have the strength.

 ~Her Haunted Mansion 

By: Cady

To be continued....