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They wanted to know what little creatures crawled behind those old crumbling walls of that mansion at HILLPOINT, the mansion their grandparents told them is haunted. They wanted to know what demon slept there. They wanted to know what monsters bellowed all night. But most of all, they wanted to prove the haunted story wrong.
So on the night of the 31st day of August 2005, the children, a girl and two boys, all not older than 14, climbed up the winding hill to the old rotting mansion that starred them back menacing evil. It was like it wanted to quench a thirst for blood. And yet, coming down the winding road, were three ignorant little kids.
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When they approached the house, 10 feet maybe, an owl hooted(the harbinger of death). A warning none of the three took. They had to explore, they had to find out. It was like the house had a magical magnet pull that reached out to their souls.
For a hill, it was too silent, no wind, and no creatures in the grass sang their evening songs. It was 7PM. It was like the creatures knew the house reeked of death, so they kept away. Even the wind, the atmosphere was dry barren.
The girl finally broke the silence,
"Let's go home guys!" She nudged the boys, with trembling voice.
But they heard nothing, they were hypnotised. They didn't have control over themselves. The mansion smiled, It's windows were so dark with no sign of life inside. There was no sign of anything good. Yet, they still didn't care.
She spoke up again, this time taking a step backwards, holding the teddy bear she always carried with her even tighter, "Come on guys, let's go back!" She almost screamed and cried.
She stamped her feet on the ground. They didn't care, they were only interested in getting into the old ragged mansion and maybe greet the devil that lived in it.
"Go home Tracy, adventure they say, isn't meant for the weak at heart"... One of the boys replied.
He didn't even bother to look back as he said this. His gaze was only on the mansion, his and the other boys' mouth was shut, as if they were awe struck. Their eyes were devilishly black, no sense of humanity left in them. None at all. They now belonged to the house. Their souls doomed to be trapped in it forever.
One step close to the door. The taller boy opened it. It let out a long menacing and satanic Creek, as if it were laughing at them. For being foolish I think. Once opened, it let out a strong gush of air that sucked the boys in. They screamed! But it was too late.
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And while Tracy stood there crying, weeping and sobbing, she saw a glow, white in colour close to her. The monster stared at her. The demon lusted for her. She felt the pull and towards the house she went, like a zombie, doomed to die, at the hands of whatever lay beneath.
They got their answers, but they didn't live long enough to evaluate them.