Joined: 23 Feb 2009
It took me around half hour to write this really so um... hope yhoo enjoy it peeps.
He stood at the front door of the mansion, and looking back at his 3 friends standing
behind a bush, Damian started to regret agreeing to this dare. Earlier that afternoon,
himself and his friends had been playing dares, when Liam had dared him to play
'Ding-Dong-Ditch' on the most haunted place in the city. He rang the bell, and was about
to turn and run, when the door swung open and a wrinly grey hand crept out and grabbed him
by the grubby blue collar of his school shirt. His friends gasped, and wanted to run away,
but also wanted to see what became of their friend, so they hovered behind a garden shed
and took it in turns to watch as Damian was dragged in.
Inside the house was dark, cold, and damp, and the carpet beneath his worn trainers
crunched as he walked. What had grabbed him had by now vanished. He turned around to try
and leave, but came face to face with a huge padlock and shiny silver chains, locking the
heavy oak door he had just been pulled in through. Terrified, he pulled out his moblie
phone to check the time, and to possibly use as a torch so he could find a way out. 'Low
Battery' the display flashed. Then, however, he heard screaming noises from somewhere
That very moment, his 3 friends were sitting outside wondering what had become of Damian,
when a black, cloaked figure crept up behind them and killed them all with a pistol, and
solid gold bullets. The figure dragged them up to the attic and bit their necks, lapping
up their warm, deep red blood with it's long black tongue.
Damian's eyes had adjusted to the light, and he looked around. Suddenly, he heard a long,
loud, high pitched howl from the room to his left. Slowly, he walked towards the door. He
grabbed the shining golden doorknob and twisted it, carefully pushing the door open. On
the other side, there was a small girl, with dark black hair, plae skin, and wearing an
extremely old fashioned dress. She stood stone still, and Damian approached her slowly.
This however, was a huge mistake. She spun around, eyes glowing, teeth bared, and ready to
strike. He quickly backed out of the room and pulled the door shut, panting.
He walked around the house quickly, deperately searching for a way out, before that 'girl'
got him. He headed up the staircase, when he came across the dark, cloaked figure, bearing
a rope and a heavy metal pole... Damian screamed, and tried to run, but the figure grabbed
him, kept him still while it tied him up then beat him with the pole until he gave up and
was able to be dragged to the attic. He was tied to a chair, when the figure flicked on a
light, and Damian could see his friend's corpses, lying on the floor, blood dripping from
their necks. He knew what his fate was, he groaned, and spewed all over the floor at the
very thought of his like ending in such a horrific way.
The figure leant over him, and it's dazzling white fangs glittered. Damian took one last
breath, and the figure dug it's teeth into his neck.