The children thoroughly seearched the old, abandoned house. The wood creaked underneath their every step.
The thrill was chilling, feeling it drip through every inch of their bones.Naive those children were, for they did not know the horrid past of this house. There lays a wooden statue of a womam and two children. Her cold, brown eyes stared straight through your soul. To think that they would be so foolish as to pick it up. The gut- wrenching terror was overwhelming. The adolescents fled the house, never once looking behind.
With such a hostile enviroment, it was too much for their high hopes to bear. The menacing