The house upon the hill was old and run down, so no one ever went there. They all thought it was too haunted to go into, but they were wrong. I knew what was happening inside of that house, and let's say, its quite the opposite of what they think. I've been living in this house for 5 years now, and there's been nothing wrong so far. It has been a while since anyone has come to my home though... It does make it kind of lonely but I've gotten used to it. The only time people come over is on Halloween, and that's because I do a haunted house every year. Which is a big hit in the town, cuz it's that scary, and I like when the kids come over, I love to scare the shit out them. It puts a smile on my face, the sick pleasure of something that no one would understand. it's a sensation of all of that adrenaline just rushing through your body and it feels just, so damn good. It's a better feeling than getting high, but you don't get high. it's a strong feeling, but it's far from being anything too noticeable. just so that we're on the same page, this is still about the house on a big hill. but one day, this one young boy came to my door and of course, I answered. he was tall and an odd, platinum blonde. he had emerald green eyes, he didn't look like most of the other children that've been to my door before. ha had asked if this was 160 Auschwitz Ln. which it was, it was also the only not abandoned house on the lane. which is also why no one came here, so I didn't mind the silence.212Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx5Pk2ET4uo
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