I’d hear tales of this place, the creepy house on the corner. Of posessed spirits and ghosts. Photographs that ‘followed’ you.
A push came from behind and my so called ‘friends’ inched me closer to the pathway leading up to the house.
Let’s face it, i’d been dared to walk up to the door, ring the doorbell, and wait….

I slowly took a step forward on the pavement, i glanced quickly back over my quivering shoulder at my group of friends huddled together at the edge of the road.

I placed one foot in front of the other, and soon my awkardly placed feet landed themselves on that dreary stoop.

A droplet of perspiration slowly rolled down my face, as my hand shook with fright, slowly, cautiously making its way to the doorbell.

The heard the ring echo inside…. footsteps neared the door…. then-