Mad Man Ghost Prowls: A Narrative Fiction

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“Do you really think it’s haunted?” Millennium asked. “Absolutely, just look at it. It’s so creepy and mysterious. Legends say that every morning at three a.m. a mad man ghost prowls around the property, and if he finds you, you die.” I say giggling at the end. Just then, thunder boomed loudly as lightning struck. Millennium screamed. “Why did you bring me here then?!” She asks frantically looking around to make sure there wasn’t a ghost around. Which is kind of funny, because they're not real. “Because I thought it’d be fun.” I said, grinning from ear to ear like Jeff the Killer. “You thought putting our lives in danger would be fun?! Are you mad!” She shouts at me, looking as though she were now the mad one. She does look quite angry …show more content…

We looked over at each other, different expressions displayed upon our faces. She had a worried and scared expression. I was grinning from ear to ear. Unable to contain my excitement any longer, I pushed open the rotting door, the rusted hinges squeaking loudly. Looking around the abandoned cottage, I spotted a lantern next to the door hanging on a hook. I took out my lighter and lit it up, grabbing it off the hook. I held it in front of me at a distance so I could the rest of the room. It was a ugly green colored room, the wallpaper was peeling off the wall; most of it had already come off. The furniture covered in plastic. I looked to my left, Millennium was standing there hugging herself. Arms tight around her as if she were cold, which was odd because it was the middle of summer. Outside it was still muggy. "You alright? You're looking a bit cold." I ask, goosebumps started to rise on my arms and legs as well. It was getting cold, which was definitely odd. "I'm f-f-fine. What about you? You've got goosebumps up your arms." Millennium said, her teeth chattering. She was starting to …show more content…

Isn't weird how cold it is in here? It's absolutely freezing!" I said, starting to shiver from the strange sense of cold in the room. There was a big bang in the next room over. "What was that?!" Millennium cried. "I d-d-don't know! W-w-why don't you go check it out, or are you too scared to?" I mocked her. "I-I'm not afraid! Actually, I'm going to go see what it was." She turned and marched to the door, looked back with a snooty look, and walked into the room. She screamed in terror. I ran out of the

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