We can’t wait to read your writing, and hope you all enjoy reading each other’s scary tales! To kick things off we thought we’d share our haunted house story. If you’re having a hard time coming up with a story, feel free to continue where the following story leaves off!

Truth or Dare

They slammed the door shut behind me, then immediately opened it to throw me a dying flashlight. I flicked it on and could only see as far as the laces on my shoes. In case I needed my friends to rush in, they allowed me to tie a metal whistle to my wrist, to blow if I chickened out. The rest of the town must have already gone to sleep, it was so late. And here I was about to take on a dare to sit inside the attic of old Mrs. Whittaker’s abandoned haunted house, alone, for half an hour. I told everyone, “sure, no biggy” with a slight tone of confidence that was quickly wearing off as I began to climb up the third floor staircase.

As if it was waiting for me, the narrow staircase leading to the attic appeared closer than I had wished. Halfway up the steps, I felt a finger tap the bottom of my pants. My eyes began tearing a little, hoping it was one of my friends playing a nasty joke on me, but I knew I would never convince myself of that. I had made it all the way up here without hearing any of them following me. I took one more step and was able to peep a glance of the attic flooring.

The flashlight was the only friend I had now, and we were going to sit up here for thirty minutes. Today is not your day to have your batteries die, I whispered as I took the last step up. I decided not to shine my light around the attic. I didn’t want to see what else might have been up there. So I took my seat on what felt like a battered pillow near my escape route. Did it even matter if I kept my eyes closed? I’m guessing five minutes went by before I began hearing small whispers. My friends were all outside, but the whispers sounded like they were coming from inside the attic. I tucked my body into a ball, not wanting to feel anything touch me, and just as I did something tugged my hair and giggled. I refused to open my eyes. Just start counting, I told myself hoping that would help the time go by faster. If I had known what was going to happen when I reached 406 I never would have counted…

The End.

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