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The house seemed to be nothing compared to the stories they listened since they were kids those

unreal things that happened things flying around, someones sight looking right through your

very bones, strange sounds, steps, people whispering, all kind of weird and frighten stories were

reduce to nothing step by step, but that feeling was still there pumping you can always said

there is nothing but you wont dare to find out, youll just guess but the feeling is always there,

waiting And then tired of everything Luis came to think he could dare the spirit, - It was all just

nothing he said to himself- while he began to shout to the air daring anything that lived there but

no one answer his only response were that uncomfortable silence that makes everyone stand on

end, -damn old Fletcher!! Dont you dare to ignore me, come out and show yourself!!! - he

screamed again as he entered to one of the rooms of that all rusty house, Jess wasnt feeling so

good about Luis screaming to nothing, talking to no one like if he was crazy, she just wanted to

leave the house, It was almost 3 am, the time Jesus died at the cross, no one would expect there is

an hour when you can actually be forgotten by god, Luis was losing his fright and when he had

almost convinced himself nothing will happened the air suddenly changed, how cold it was, Jess

couldnt hang the pressure anymore she was leaving the room Luis was at, she has just got out of

the room when the door rudely closed behind her, Luis was trap and he could nt believe t either,

he was paralyzed looking to the door while Jess tried to open it again, the windows of the room

reflected the shadows of the old trees that looked like hands trying to catch Luis from the very

hell, long he stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, and he started to imagine things no

human will ever dream, the darkness then became bigger, a hand through it pumped out, and it

only had to touch his forehead to make him pass out, and so he felt into the darkness On the

other hand Jess was still trying to open the door but it was worthless so she thought it would be

better to get some help, she was getting down the stairs when someone call her It sounded like

nothing she had ever listen, she stop to the sound of the voice and began to panic, -this is not real

she said- the voice called her again, you could tell it sounded angry almost like an animal looking

for his pray, she turned slightly to see who was calling her but no one was there just she and the

house and no one else, Jess tried to calm herself but it was too late, the house had already

decided what to do with her, death began to laugh in front of his eyes, she hurried to the front

door and suddenly something throw her to the other side of the room where a mirror was laying

she was almost unconscious but she manage to recover a little but her faith was already decided

the mirror broke in pieces cutting right through his neck making her die very slowly; at that time

the house stood quiet again, no one will hear their voices ever again and their souls where trap

into the darkness forever!!!!