There’s a small town, Wicked Hollow, that seems perfect..almost. Every house is picture perfect, except the house on the end of Sarah’s street. The old abandon house with the tragic backstory that may or may not be true. The story of how a wealthy family was killed and how the killer was never found. Maybe the killer was that good at covering up his tracks or because maybe the killer wasn’t human and couldn’t be caught. Maybe the killer is still lurking in the house, waiting for his next victim.
Every day, Sarah would walk to school and past the creepy house on the end of her street. She never feared the house. In fact, she was drawn by fascination of the house. She always wonder if the silly stories were true and if the rich family was …show more content…
I don’t even get why!”
“Oh come on Laura, you have to admit it’s pretty cool.”
“Yea, maybe if you’re Freddie Kruger,” Laura suggested.
“You never wonder if the stories are true? If the killer is still waiting for his next victim?” Sarah said, as she nudged Laura’s shoulder.
“No. That house is some creepy old house that was probably abandon years ago. The stories are just fake stories that the older kids made up to scare us when we were little. Now can we talk about something more important, like Halloween?” Laura said, annoyed.
Sarah wonder if Laura was right. Maybe the stories were fake and used to scare little kids. The two friends approach school and continued their talk about Halloween.
After school, Sarah and Laura began walking to Sarah’s house. They tried to walk fast to avoid Carter and Jake, the two most obnoxious brothers in the grade. They even looked obnoxious with their orange hair that stuck out in every direction and their scrawny freckled bodies. They wore ridiculous stripe shirts and jeans that were too short. Everyone disliked them, they were loud and rude. So, walking home with them yelling and running into you with their bikes was torture for Sarah and Laura.They tried to ignore them, hoping they would get bored and go bother someone else. Sarah and Laura were doing great until they ran into Laura for the fifth
Every day, Sarah would walk to school and past the creepy house on the end of her street. She never feared the house. In fact, she was drawn by fascination of the house. She always wonder if the silly stories were true and if the rich family was …show more content…
I don’t even get why!”
“Oh come on Laura, you have to admit it’s pretty cool.”
“Yea, maybe if you’re Freddie Kruger,” Laura suggested.
“You never wonder if the stories are true? If the killer is still waiting for his next victim?” Sarah said, as she nudged Laura’s shoulder.
“No. That house is some creepy old house that was probably abandon years ago. The stories are just fake stories that the older kids made up to scare us when we were little. Now can we talk about something more important, like Halloween?” Laura said, annoyed.
Sarah wonder if Laura was right. Maybe the stories were fake and used to scare little kids. The two friends approach school and continued their talk about Halloween.
After school, Sarah and Laura began walking to Sarah’s house. They tried to walk fast to avoid Carter and Jake, the two most obnoxious brothers in the grade. They even looked obnoxious with their orange hair that stuck out in every direction and their scrawny freckled bodies. They wore ridiculous stripe shirts and jeans that were too short. Everyone disliked them, they were loud and rude. So, walking home with them yelling and running into you with their bikes was torture for Sarah and Laura.They tried to ignore them, hoping they would get bored and go bother someone else. Sarah and Laura were doing great until they ran into Laura for the fifth