Write a story under the title"Haunted house."
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One beautiful sunshine morning, four children named Droncho, Harriet, Michelle and Tanya were playing Monopoly inside Droncho’s house located at a town named Sommerville. They have been playing for more than two hours and everyone got very bored because they thought it wasn’t exciting. So, they all decided to take a brisk walk.
The group of friends went walking to a cliff, chatting at an unbearable volume. They stopped when Dronco spotted a large, grey house sitting eerily on the side of the cliff. The four of them decided to go in and explore. A few seconds later, they started walking toward the house, but suddenly halted when they reached the front door. Labelled on the front door was the name of the house: La Prosse!
Michelle, who was the shy person, was asked by Harriet and Tanya to open the door. She stood in horrible fright. With great courage, Michelle stood up, seized the door and opened it slowly. The four friends crept in the house and saw dead skeletons lying everywhere on the floor of the house. They thought the skeletons looked unusual. Suddenly, a man named Whacka turned up behind the stairs. He was a short man wearing a magician suit. He had tanned skin and he wore a black, justice cape. He also had very thick, red lips and curly hair. Suddenly, he turned the dead and unusual skeletons into real life.
Immediately after they were turned into reality, the skeletons were trying to capture and kidnap the friends which made them run away as fast as possible. Breathlessly, the children kept their pace. They looked back to verify Whacka’s location. They suddenly became frightened. Whacka and his skeletons were searching for nets and ropes promptly to ensure that the children get caught. Everyone kept running in circles until Tanya found a hidden switch behind the door. She stopped forthwith but didn’t notice the label above that said “BEWARE! Don’t turn on the switch!” Tanya flicked the switch.
Without warning, the skeletons and Whacka froze into solid ice and were taken back to the year 508. In the period, the skeletons transformed into cruel humans and Whacka into an enormous spider about the size of a standard truck with venom dripping from his lethal fangs.
As they froze, the children thought of their advantage. They quickly rushed out of the Haunted House as so named La Prosse and went running back to their OWN houses. Inside each house, the children told their parents everything that happened and their parents tried to calm them down so that they were relaxed. After they were at rest, the children slept because they were drowsy.
The very next day, the four children met at the park and discussed about how relieved they were. They chattered about why the scary skeletons and Whacka never returned. After such a long talk, they agreed that they would never visit another spooky house again.
"BOO!" screamed to clown with an obviously fake chainsaw. "Ok. When does the scary stuff start?" Alex said, emotionless. Jack came out of his shock, legs shaking, liquid coming down his pants. "Alex..... have any spare pants?" Jack asked. "Guys let's just get out of here. You know I have an early curfew." I said.
Much scary stuff popped out of the walls of that place. As we went into the maze, we got lost. "Guys where are we?" I asked, scared to death. Alex, showing his first sign of emotion, said "I don't know, but it's getting late I bet. Let's just keep walking and find our way through."
We walked for what seemed like ages but kept getting to a dead end. "My watch says 10:38! WE"VE BEEN HERE FOR TWO HOURS!" exclaimed Alex. "SHOOT! MY CURFEW!" I yelled, "My parents are going to be mad!" We all sat down at a dead-end. After an hour of worrying, we heard doors shut and lock. Then, the lights turned off.
Alex turned on the flashlight on his watch, all though small, gave us some light in this pit of darkness. We walked around some more and found a door in less than 5 minutes. But it was locked. We banged on the door and screamed at the top of our lungs. Still, no one came.
After a few minutes, we started crying until we heard someone unlock the door. Right as it opened, we burst out of there still crying. "NO MORE HAUNTED HOUSE" I yelled. Next Halloween, let's just keep it strictly Trick or Treating.