Go after Barbra at 12:00 am
Since it is 12:00 am, and pitch black outside, you are scared that
your life is in danger. But you bravly march out the door in search of
Dave who said he would meet you by the street light on the corner of
Main and Fern. Dave was not there. You wait by the lamp for almost 35
minutes. So you decide to go alone in search of Barbra. The dim lights
that line the road look like a train coming toward you. The occasional
passing cars containing tired business people swurve off the road. You
go on. Barbra is your friend, you can't just leave her to die in the
wretched old house. As you approach the haunted house, across from the
only street light around for about 45 miles, your heart starts beating
quickly. Your palms sweat, your stomach flips. Your mind is racing,
thinking "Should I turn back? No. I shouldn't. Barbra is in
danger." You park your bike on the rikety old steps. As you climb
up, a stream of icy water runs down your back and chills your spine.
Shaking, you reach for the door knob, clueless of what might be
lurking inside. You then remember Barbra. Poor, helpless Barbra. Her
in mind, you open the door. Nothing but blackness. Then you feel a rat
run across your old shoes. Then you trip on a loose board. As you fall
to the old floor, something falls out of your pocket,. You pick it up.
Could it be? Yes. A flashlight. You pray that it works. It does, but
it is very dim. It will do for now. You shine the light on the doors
that suround you like an army of solders.
