Jon666
03-19-2008, 09:48 PM
It was a dark old house with just three floors. Decay had eaten up the house over the many years, but oddly enough It's still being sold. Strange noises could always be heard in the attic at night, but only night. Whom ever moved into the old house tends to always leave after the first week because of the erey noises from the attic. People thought to try and investigate, but the attic door is closed off by a thick layer of wood.
Finally a man named Fred decided to move into the old house with his dog. The land lord awared Fred about the scary noises from the attic and how previous owners had left after the first week. But he ignored his warnings and sayed, "I've been in haunted houses before and none of them had scared me." While Fred was fast asleep in his new house he awoke to a sound of moving furniture coming from the attic. He thought to himself, It must be those raccoons. He quickly fell back to sleep.
Ten minutes later the noises came again and louder than ever. This time the sounds came directly from above his bed room ceiling. Bang! A huge slouch suddenly appeared above his ceiling, almost caving in on him. He hopped up out of his bed and grabbed his metal baseball bat from under his bed, gripping it in both hands. An instant chill ran up his spine. He started to become scared and decided to investigate these strange phenomenons.
Then he began to walk slowly towards the attic door noticing its been closed off by the layer of wood. Holding tight onto his metal baseball bat, he hit the door. Crash! the wood droped to the ground and broke. He jumped up into the attic and freezed in horror, stopping dead in his tracks. Terror filled his face. There on the attic floor laid the corpse of a rotted away boy. Fred and his dog fled the house and swore to never return again.
Finally a man named Fred decided to move into the old house with his dog. The land lord awared Fred about the scary noises from the attic and how previous owners had left after the first week. But he ignored his warnings and sayed, "I've been in haunted houses before and none of them had scared me." While Fred was fast asleep in his new house he awoke to a sound of moving furniture coming from the attic. He thought to himself, It must be those raccoons. He quickly fell back to sleep.
Ten minutes later the noises came again and louder than ever. This time the sounds came directly from above his bed room ceiling. Bang! A huge slouch suddenly appeared above his ceiling, almost caving in on him. He hopped up out of his bed and grabbed his metal baseball bat from under his bed, gripping it in both hands. An instant chill ran up his spine. He started to become scared and decided to investigate these strange phenomenons.
Then he began to walk slowly towards the attic door noticing its been closed off by the layer of wood. Holding tight onto his metal baseball bat, he hit the door. Crash! the wood droped to the ground and broke. He jumped up into the attic and freezed in horror, stopping dead in his tracks. Terror filled his face. There on the attic floor laid the corpse of a rotted away boy. Fred and his dog fled the house and swore to never return again.