this is an excerpt from one of my short stories that I am using to make a full book. This story is about a group of teens who throw a party in an abandoned mansion unaware of the fact that it's haunted. It's pretty cliche, but it was done purposely as a nod to the cheesy horror movies from the 80s. In this scene, two of my characters are supposed to be working on decorations, but instead decide to take a break.
While sitting in a pile of hay, Ron tossed his empty can of 啤酒 to the side and then stood to his feet. After a quick break and a good stretch he was ready to get back to work. Meghan, on the other hand, was still in a relaxed mood, and was in no hurry to lift any objects. “We should get back to work now,” said Ron tugging on Meghan’s arm, “Percy will be pissed if we haven’t done anything since he left.”
“Oh I don’t wanna work! 宝贝疙瘩, can’t we just chill out for few minutes?” Meghan pouted as she forced to stand up. The thought of ruining her fifty dollar manicure brought pain to her eyes, “I’ll explain to him that we were exhausted.”
“Meghan…”
“What? Look at this place! How can we work in there? It looks like a haunted mansion.”
“That’s the point. This is a Halloween themed party.” From outside, the two had taken a good look at the mansion. It was a tall red bricked-and-mortar building with an old styled mansard roof. Its outward appearance truly justified the theme of the party. There were several boarded up windows from side-to-side each with there own marking of graffiti or what appeared to be blood. The front door was covered in rusted loose chains fragile enough to collapse at the slightest gust of wind, and the shingles on the roof were either a faded black color or gone completely. A dark feeling of emptiness surrounded the mansion that stood in a field of hay andbaby i can't wait 80s a few dead trees. It appeared as though no one had lived within miles of the mansion since the 1800s.
“I can’t go in there,” said Meghan, “I mean—I am deathly terrified of this house.” Ron sighed out of annoyance, grabbed a few boxes of party items, and headed towards the front door. “Ron, come on let’s just wait. I can’t go in there!”
“Why not? Don’t want to ruin your hair?”
“Why do you have to be such an AV儿劣? I can cover for us if he gets mad.”
“Percy’s not an idiot, and I’m not getting kicked off of the guest list all because my girlfriend is a lazy bimbo!”
“Excuse me? Forgive me if I may sound LAZY, but I just dropped well over five hundred dollars to get pampered up for this party. The last thing I need is to get dirty and mess with a bunch of tortured spirits!”
“Meghan the house is not haunted, you’re overreacting and are just as useless as usual, and right about now I don’t really care what you do.” Meghan crossed her arms and gritted her teeth holding in as much anger as she could, and letting out a small touch of sarcasm. “So if I just stood out here and had a good smoke while I watched you lift tables and sweat like a pig, you wouldn’t care?”
“Nope. Chase lung cancer all you want. I’m busy.”
“Well then fine, if you’d excuse me I’m gonna puff my life away.” Meghan stomped back over towards the pile of hay as Ron knocked down the chains of the front door barging his way in. A cloud of dust rushed past him as the mansion became filled with fresh air. “Ugh, it stinks in here,” he coughed gasping for breath. Using his flashlight, Ron managed to navigate himself around the mansion towards the windows, knocking out some of the boards to allow fresh air and light into the vacant rooms. All of the furniture, pictures, and various other items lying scattered around the house baby i can't wait 80swere perfectly preserved under a layer of dust and webs, untouched for several years.
“Do you see any ghosts?” Meghan turned her head towards one of the windows peeking in.
“Oh yeah, a whole lot of ‘em! Better not come inside,” Ron jokingly replied dragging a box over towards a door leading into what appeared to be the basement. He wiped a bit of sweat from off of his forehead and forcefully pulled the door open. Past the net of webs, a long narrow staircase led down to the lower portion of the mansion. It was too dark to see down directly, and with his flashlight Ron was able to point out a very faint and cloudy figure.
“I hope you didn’t sprain anything!” Meghan puffed out tossing her cigarette to the ground.
“And I hope your parents don’t find out their daughter is a chain-smoking lunatic!” said Ron directing his attention back towards Meghan, and turning his back towards the basement, “I think it’s pretty sad that—”
“That what? Ron, what did you say?” Meghan walked up the steps onto the front porch and leaned her head forward, peeking into the mansion, “I didn’t hear you, Ron! What did you say?” No one responded, and that’s when Meghan, irritably, walked into the home. “Ron? Ron, where did you go?” Meghan proceeded down a hallway where the basement door was wide open, and Ron’s shoes were at the edge of the staircase.
“Ron?” She hes
It's okay. Probably should be longer. But it's good
youre a sad individual and i love you. you should keep writing! your story was really good. i especially liked that one part and im gay. in the second paragraph! there are ants on this desk and they are just walking around like "where's the crack?!" im gonna stop talking. oh no. i touch myself. 1234
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