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Chapter One

I stood solid looking at the old building that stood eerily in front of me. It was supposed to be the most haunted house in the whole town. Of, course, I lived in one of the smallest towns in the world. Belleville, New Jersey. Yes, it was the home of My Chemical Romance. When I left my little town and I said where I lived, they asked if I have ever met them. Of, course, I haven’t yet. I will say they are my favorite band. I’ve been to multiple concerts for them, and they were absolutely amazing. I think one time, Gerard noticed me. Oh, my. I was rambling again. How did I get into this mess? I asked myself. I HAD to make a deal with those idiots to go into this house.
“Well, here I go.” I said to myself, starting to force myself to move. I was really scared let’s say. If I had the chance to run, I would take it, but almost the whole school was watching me. I touched the door knob. It was freezing cold, and it was summer. At least 91 degrees out. I removed my hand from knob almost immediately.
“What are you waiting for? Are you going chicken on us?” One of the jocks said, then other one beside the one that just spoke started making chicken noises. I snorted air at them, then I grabbed the door knob and opened the door. I walked into the house and shut the door. I swore I heard gasps from the crowd after I shut the door. I headed up the stairs ready for anything. I stepped on the first steps. They creaked a lot. I mean like every step creaked. After listening to the creaking steps, I walked down the hallway to the nearest bedroom. I brought my stuff with me since they dared me to stay a full week in this house. I felt a presence, but it was vague. I opened one of the closest doors that is my room for the week. I rested on the usually comfortable bed. I opened my bag and pulled out the book Twilight. I knew I was going to have plenty of time, so I brought New Moon, too. I loved Twilight so far. It’s a very good book. As I read, I heard some footsteps on the stairwell. I shut my book and laid it on the bed. I walked out of my room to the stairwell.
“Hello? Is someone here?” I said quietly. I touched the wall and hid behind it. I looked over the side to see no one at the stairwell. I walked toward the door. As I was on the stairwell, I swore I heard a faint voice, singing. It was singing. I felt like Christine Daae for a moment. I had a love for the book, The Phantom of the Opera. It gives so much detail. I love reading the original French. I knew a lot of French as you can tell. It was a gothic book. Yes, I looked it up. It was a gothic love story. My bad. I was rambling again. “Hello?”
“Why, hello there,” said a voice from afar. It’s sounded like Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance, but I said to myself I must have been dreaming. Then all of a sudden, when I turn around…

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