Creative Writing: An Haunted House
"What 's wrong? Are you scared? Why are you filming already?" Kaeden 's face popped onto the screen. He was all grins, but his face was flushed red and he was panting. We 'd waited until the sun started to set before making the hike back to the old hospital, ignoring the posted signs and climbing right over the chain link fence.
"We don 't want everyone to know where we are man, this is probably illegal."
"They 'll know anyway from the video..."
"Not from the inside! I bet no one 's seen the inside in like fifty years."
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Man, where have you been? Don 't you go to the theatre?"
"Kaeden, the plan please," said Selina.
"Right yeah, yeah. Ok so I got these." He held up three small digital video cameras. "So what we 're going to do is go somewhere like really scary and spend the night."
Selina and I both just stared.
"You mean like a haunted house?"
"Yeah," he said. "Like an actually haunted one."
"Do you even know of any haunted houses? There aren 't even any old houses around here!" Selina said.
"Sure there are," I offered. "What about that one in town? By the art gallery?"
Kaeden shook his head. "Too busy. Too occupied. They wouldn 't let us stay there all night man, we need somewhere obscure."
That 's how we ended up at the State Mental Hospital. Long closed, the building was hidden far outside of town on what was probably once a well-kept campus but now just an overgrown weed jungle. We picked up the road which led to an iron gate. There was no lock on it, and with some effort Kaeden and I pushed it open enough to slip inside.
"Got the flashlights, Selina?"
"Right here." She carried a bag with the video equipment and some other supplies. She reached in and pulled out two small lights.
"Ok here are the rules," Kaeden began.