It was late at night when I was walking down the street after classes as I had missed my last bus back home. I had to walk back, as I had no other choice. The streets can get quite creepy at night, especially when you are on your own.

As I was walking, I saw this very mysterious house. You might wonder why I am saying this. Let me tell you why. It was brightly lit even though this house has been vacant for a very long time. I was curious and crept down the concrete path towards the door. The door creaked and opened on its own as I stood by it. I peeked in. It looked as if there were a thousand rooms inside. I wanted to see more. As I stood there and looked, I didn’t know where to start.

My curiosity got the better of me, and i started with the door closest. The hinges were rusty and they creaked as I opened it. It was really scary…WAIT!!!, ..was there someone in there?. I didn’t dare go further. By then, I felt a chill run down my spine, and felt hands on my shoulder pushing me into the room. I screamed. It was too late. I fell down and heard the door shut behind me. The room plunged into darkness and became very quiet except for my heavy breathing. I tried getting up, but something was holding me down. I cried “help”, but my voice was just not coming out. I managed to get to my feet, and tried to unlock the door, but to no avail. There was a presence in the room but no one was there.....

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