As I approached the old, abandoned house, I felt a twinge of excitement and fear both, running through my body. I had heard about the illegal activities that took place there in the past, but now that marijuana had been legalized, people were flocking to these kinds of places, looking for something different.
As I pushed open the creaky, old door, I was met with the sight of darkness and silence. I flicked on my flashlight and peered around, trying to see if anyone was already there. That’s when I noticed the sound, faint at first, but gradually getting louder. It was a child’s laugh.
My heart racing, I followed the sound, feeling my way around the place, and finally arrived at a room with a table surrounded by four chairs, two blue and two pink. “I’ll take 2 boys and 2 girls, please,” said a voice, coming from nowhere. My blood ran cold, and I quickly scanned the table to see if someone was sitting there. But there was no one.
“I… I didn’t bring anyone with me,” I stammered, panicking. The laughter grew louder, and now I could hear the sound of small footsteps approaching the room. Suddenly, the chairs around the table shifted and moved on their own, as if someone was getting up from them.
I turned to run, but something grabbed me from behind, pulling me back into the room. I tried to fight it off, but it was too strong. Slowly, I turned my head to look at what was holding me, and let out a blood-curdling scream.
There, looming over me, was a ghostly figure, its face twisted in a grotesque smile. “I’ll take 2 boys and 2 girls, please,” it said, reaching out its bony hand towards me. I realized then that I had made a terrible mistake, coming to this place alone. And as the figure pulled me closer, its cold, lifeless breath on my neck, I knew that I would never leave here alive.