My mates once told me about this creepy, old, abandoned house near the beach. No one went in or out of there.
We all thought it would be a great idea to sneak in one night to sleep over.
Cleo, Frank, Rick and I met up at 11 PM and snuck through the broken window. Near enough all of the windows were boarded up, the light switches didn’t work and some of the floor board had been taken up.
We thought it’d be fun to play hide and seek, especially in the pitch-black.
It was fun for the first half hour when suddenly disaster struck. There was a scream from the kitchen and we found Rick, beheaded, lying on the ground, blood spurting out of his neck.
We then went upstairs to get ready to sleep and then told ghost stories to each other, but whilst Cleo was mid-sentence of telling her story, her eyes rolled back, she got extremely pale, fell to the ground and started to grow thinner and thinner, decomposing on the floor boards until she was nothing but dust and bones.
Frank and I tried to go to sleep in the next room but just as I was about to fall asleep I heard Frank choking and choking, he wouldn’t stop however hard I tried to help, and suddenly he collapsed dead with red finger marks round his neck.
And I… got stabbed in the heart when I tried to leave. “Help me!”