Haunted House

We just moved to town. After helping my parents unpack a few boxes, they told me to go play outside. Honestly, it was probably because I dropped a box with glasses in it. My red bike was gleaming in the sun, like it was inviting me to sit on its seat. I heard kids playing from somewhere nearby. The beads on my bicycle spokes were clacking away as my legs furiously worked the pedals.

There, just down the block, was a small group of kids my age playing ball on a field. “Hi!!!”, I yelled. They waved me over and asked if I wanted to play. We bounced the ball back and forth between teams until the sun was high in the sky. Bottles of water and boxes of juice magically appeared and everyone fell down into the grass to drink them.

The leaves rolled by on a gust of wind reminding everyone that Halloween was almost here. Our conversations turned towards our costumes. One person was going to be a monster, one person was an astronaut, one person was a cat. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to be.

Another big gust of wind flew through the air and moved the tree branches. Something sparkly in the woods caught my attention. “Hey, what’s that?”

Everyone around me grew quiet.

“Oh that’s the old Hill place. They say it’s haunted. A boy named Tommy went there once and never returned.” I laughed, thinking they were teasing me. A young boy next to me whispered, “NEVER go there”. Shortly after, we all split up to head to our homes. I decided to take a detour past the Hill house. They claim the house was haunted, but what I could see of it looked ok so……