Name:Emma
Age: 15
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http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa22/mustforget/Emma.jpgEmma trudged down the street, which was alive with children playing in the last rays of sunlight, before darkness fell and they were forced to go inside. Parents were sitting on porches, watching their children frolic on front lawns. A few of them waved pleasantly to Emma as she passed by. She returned their greetings with a slight nod and continued through the intersection, which was empty of cars. She was on her way to meet her friends in an abandoned mansion where they were spending the night, on a dare. She and her friends had never turned down a dare, or an opportunity for a prank.
Emma turned up the drive that led to the old house. A tall wrought iron fence separated the estate from the peaceful neighborhood below. She put her hands on the bars of the gate. A thick padlock prevented the gate from opening. Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. Emma pulled it out and looked at the text from her friend Sabrina.
Where r u? We r all here
Im comin She replied.
Emma slipped her phone back into her pocket and shook the gates.
“Come on” she groaned.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. They say the place is haunted” A stern voice behind her stated.
Emma whirled around to face an old man in a long black coat.
“I don’t believe in ghosts” She replied coldly, looking into his extremely dark eyes. They were almost black.
“As you wish” The old man replied, looking disappointed. There was a click and a small thud behind Emma. She turned her head toward the noise. The padlock was now laying in the dirt.
“How did-” Emma turned again to face the old man, only to find that he was gone. She rolled her eyes, wondering how much her friends had paid him to try to scare her.
She pushed open the gates and stepped into a large garden, which was filled with overgrown stinging nettles. Emma was careful to avoid them as she walked confidently up the path to the front door. She reached for the large brass doorknob, only to be distracted by a shadow to her right. She turned to see the old man watching her.
“This is your last chance to turn back. I cannot follow you inside.”
“Oh good” Emma said, turning the knob “I’m going inside then”
The old man’s shoulders sagged as Emma opened the door and stepped inside a dim living room, stopping as she heard a crunch under her foot. She stepped back and picked up the broken pieces of a cell phone. The door slammed behind her. Emma squinted in the darkness and recognized it to be Sabrina’s.
“Guys” She called “I’m here. And I just killed Sabrina’s phone!"
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