The dinning room had a high ceiling, a long oak table, with big chairs that had ripped cushions on them. The table cloth was skewered, and there was a huge chandelier, and candles on the table. Mary came in, and she looked normal again.
“Mary, are you OK?” Emily asked, her voice shaking. She nodded. Mary can over to Emily, trembling.
“It was horrible. When the ghost took control of me, it felt like I was falling into a dark never ending pit. There was unearthly screams. It was the worst thing that could ever happen,” Mary whispered, still trembling. They heard foot steps. Their eyes widened. They ducked under the table.The foot steps stopped.
Then a hand reached down and grabbed Emily’s ankle. She was pulled away, screaming and clawing at the ground. When Mary got out from under the table, she saw no trace of Emily. Though she still heard her screams. She held her hands over her ears, trying to block out the screams of terror.
Suddenly the screams were cut off. The house was once again eerily silent.