It was eleven pm. The door creaked open. It was pitch black. We were the first to arrive. We all crept into the front room, our torches shone bright. There was a large wooden dining table with six wooden benches around it in the centre of the spacious rectangular room. In front was a small kitchen and at the other end were two two-seater couches. Brittany and I slowly found our way to a small room with two single beds and one double bed. We chucked our stuff onto the double bed, got our pjs and headed towards the bathroom. The journey was dark and scary but we managed to get back to the bedroom and go to sleep. Well, at least I thought that that was what I thought I was going to do!

As soon as someone turned off their torches ( due to the power cut we were using them. ) I got that strange feeling. You know that feeling where you feel like someone’s watching you, yeah that feeling. The darkness grew darker, the silence grew quieter. The door creaked open. I couldn’t see anything but I knew there was someone or something there.

“ Britt was that you? “ I whispered. Brittany sat up; I could tell by her silhouette that she had been lying in bed the whole time. She sounded worried when she said

“ No! “

This house was so creepy, the floors and doors creaked, in our room it is what looked like to be a gunshot in the window and one of the boards on the ceiling was falling down. There was only one thing that could make it worse: someone in the house with you!