“What was that?” Mary asked. They looked at the old rotted door. They heard another moan.
“It’s Roger. I’ll prove it,” Mat said. He got out of his creaky bed, and opened the door. He looked out into the hallway. It was the same as when they got there. Long ripped red curtains covering the huge windows. The old chipped paintings on the opposite wall, and the either broken or flickering lights on the ceiling.
“Is Roger there?” Jackie asked. Mat shook his head. Mary started to whisper to herself.
“What is it Mary?” Emily asked. Mary looked at them with wide eyes, nose flared, and a grimace.
“Leave my home now. Or you’ll end up like that boy who mocked me,” Mary said, her voice hollow. The others backed away for her.
“The ghost possessed Mary!” Jackie wailed. Mary got up and limped towards them. Black mist was all around her.
“Leave now!” Mary shrieked. Her shriek was not possible for any mere mortal to do. The others screamed and ran down the hallway. Then a storm started to pick up. The windows shattered.
The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 3
Author: maximumride36
I'm starting to write my stories on paper, so I'm not gonna be posting much on here anymore. I might post something new every now and then, but for the most part I'm gonna write on paper from now on. Read Bio
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