I had changed houses 2 weeks ago and had always believed that the old house at the end of Mill Street was abandoned. The windows were dust-covered, some of them were broken, the yard was overgrown with weeds and other spoiled fruits, and rumours whispered and spread everywhere that it was haunted. But everything changed when suddenly, I discovered something. It was a piece of crumpled paper in a box full of my broken old toys when I found it. It was yellow; it looked like it was ancient. I carefully opened it, not wanting it to rip it. I saw a long wobbly line. It was faded ink and marked the haunted house with a large “X” that stood out.
I thought, “Why would someone keep a map that will lead to that place, is it a nightmare or treasure?” I wondered, my fingers traced the edges of the yellowed paper. Ideas roamed around my head. The more I stared at it, the more I felt something was calling me to the house. It was a feeling I couldn’t shake off, like a puzzle that needed to be solved.
So, with a brave heart, I set off toward the catastrophe, determined to uncover the mysterious secret of the house. I stared at the two big wooden doors. It was the entryway to the house, and the dust had faded its colour. I gently knocked on the door. Dodom, Dodom, Dodom. My heart couldn’t stop pounding…
I waited and waited and waited for very long. As I was about to go back home, I turned around towards my house…
The door slowly creaked open, making my heart stop for a moment…
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