Fun House

Hey everybody. This story is for a competition so I hope you all press the like button and enjoy it :D:D:D Also I hope you like the cover as I made it myself with pictures from Google images :)

Angel is your average real estate agent looking to sell houses. "Never go in that house!" her mother once told her. Does she have to sell that house, or does she have nothing to do with it. She hears all sorts of noises you wouldn't ever dare to listen to.

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6. My Chance

 

I walked down the hallway, coming up to the five doors. As I walked I felt like the power was mine, like I was showing these bad guys, even though there were no bad guys, who was boss. The wood under my feet creaked and I didn’t care. The thumps of my feet walking were loud and I didn’t care. Which door was it again? Door three I think it was, but I was in no rush. I wasn’t running from anything. I walked at a normal pace to the doors. As my hand reached for door three, I heard a growl. I slowly looked to my right and there was that stupid zombie again.

“You don’t scare me. You’re not even real,” I laughed at it and walked through the door. I didn’t bother closing the door behind me. I wanted to show it who was boss. I heard the growl as it slowly faded away into nothingness.

I made it to the area where I bumped into Christy. I didn’t want to think about it though. I might start to break down. I looked around, but Christy’s body wasn’t even there. It was fake. A huge sigh of relief swooped over me. I saw the door and went for it. My heart was beating fast. I couldn’t help being scared; it was just...what if it didn’t open or what if I got smashed away into the wall.

“Stop psyching yourself out Angel,” I told myself. I reached for the door and no problems there. I turned the handle, no problems. I pulled the door and it was open. I was free. I can be free. There is nothing to worry about. This house was full of fake. Fake spirits playing tricks on my mind and now…now I am free.

I walked out the house and to my car. “Let’s see,” I told myself turning the engine of my car on. It works. That’s amazing. This is amazing. I can go home, I can see Christy. Tell her how much I missed her. I drove to car over the steep hill and on my way home. I will see Christy tomorrow at work, but for now I just need to relax.
 

 

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