It was Friday night. My friends and I had decided to go to the abandoned house across the street for the whole night. There were rumours it was haunted so we wanted to find out ourselves. 

Trembling with fear we rang the antique doorbell on the fragile wooden door, then a  creak and the door opened. We went in and tiptoed up the creaky stairs and there were two bedrooms, both with the outline of a bed and cobwebs on the curtains. Then a voice came out of nowhere.

We slammed the door, ran home and never ever came back.