She was a woman with no piety. Or rather, she was a teenage girl with no piety. Her mother died three years ago, and she nearly drove herself to suicide. From a young age, Katie Scentoff “fell in love with” many boys. Back then, she would always pray that the particular boy would love her back. That never happened. This was due to the fact that she considered those boys vapid when she talked to them. Beautiful guys with nothing inside their heads; she hated those. But one day, she met one that suited her idea of the perfect boyfriend. His name was Kurt Bvonich, and he was an intellectual whose beauty never failed to make her heart skip a beat. Although he was known as a very contemptuous man, he melted when he was near Katie, which proved that he felt the same way about her.
One day, Kurt asked Katie if she wanted to visit the ghost house. The ghost house was an abandoned house in the neighborhood that Kurt lived in. She consented. She loved how Kurt made life so fun for her; nothing would ever be normal around him. The sun was setting, and when they reached the ghost house, Katie felt her heart skip a beat. This time, it was not in love. Instead, it was a sickening feeling she could not quite describe. It was a feeling that something very morbid would occur; something that would rip her mind to pieces. The mansion before her was dark; too dark. She turned around, and found herself begging Kurt to turn around, but he refused. He quelled her, and when she looked into his eyes, she discovered that her fear for the house was not as great as her love for Kurt. Suddenly, the door of the house flew open, and a gust of chilly air greeted them.
“Well that was sure unexpected. See Kate, the house is welcoming us!” cried Kurt. And with that, they stepped in, comforted with each other’s presence.
When inside, Katie was relieved; it did not seem so bad. But she could not shake off the feeling that something was watching her, something malevolent. The feeling was growing stronger. When they finally found the staircase, she decided she had had enough, but Kurt urged her on. Katie thought she could hear speaking from one of the rooms. She let go of Kurt’s hand, and put her ear against the door, and it became quiet again. Suddenly, she noticed that Kurt was not next to her. She heard a stifled scream next door and her heart started beating faster. Slowly, she reached for the handle, dreading what might greet her. Inside the room, Kurt was there, blood streaming down his once lovely throat, his lifeless eyes staring straight at her. She screamed.
She ran for her life without turning back. But there was a force; it was compelling her to turn around, and it was almost too great. She thought she heard Kurt speaking. Turn around Kate. You wanna have fun right? This house isn’t as scary as you thought huh? Something was wrong. This could not be happening to her. She had to reach home before this house consumed her. Why was there a door in the kitchen? She would have sworn that it wasn’t there before. She opened it, but found she could not move. It was as if she was rooted to the ground with super glue. Horrified, Katie looked down to find a pair of shriveled hands reaching for her legs.
“Who is this?” she screamed, as she turned around. She saw a horribly disfigured old woman groping at her. Her skin was falling off her face, and it appeared as though she were melting.
Katie slammed the door, and stumbled towards the front entrance. Just before she reached it, the hands grabbed her again, this time its long fingernails piercing her throat. She delivered a kick to the monster’s shin and it recoiled in pain. Katie slammed the door and flew out of the house, the horrible laughter still ringing in her ears. As she sprinted towards her home, she could not
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-Justin Y.