"Ring Ring!" went the doorbell. The haunted house at the end of the cul-de-sac was always vacant. Yet there was always rumours that there was someone living in that very house. From the rumours, the house was occupied by an old lady named Mrs Peterson. She was, from the rumours, a bloodthirsty vampire that would come out from the house and suck blood from other people in the cul-de-sac. Evidently, there were frequent cases that there were people being killed or murdered and by the side of the neck was a bite print that was obviously left by a vampire. As in horror stories, the vampire would suck the people's blood from the side of the neck, and would leave as soon as it finish sucking out the blood of the victim.


After a few cases of deaths, we became very very curious and decided to investigate because none of the police officers in this area were brave enough to go inside the house of Mrs Peterson. Everyday, i would walk by her house and would see several eroded tombstones in front of her house. It made my skin crawl and i would run pass her house. Sometimes i could also see someone standing at the doorway of the house. The bloodshot eyes stared directly at me.


Then, one day, me and my friends who were very curious as of what those tombstones were, we decided to venture into the house for some answers. At 12 midnight, me and my friends met at the gate of the house. We were discussing about the plans for entering the house when suddenly,"CRRRREEEAAAKKK" went the gate and the gate opened. We were appalled but we contained our anxiousness and went in. The frontyard of the house was filled with tombstones, dead trees, crows and even bats. When we stepped foot onto the frontyard, we became very deppressed. We felt as if we had failed in something and was very very deppressed. However, we fought with the deppression and overcame it in the end.


We chatted on the way in to prevent ourselves being too afraid. James, on the other hand, was shivering. He was really afraid and we decided that he should go on home. Then, we continued on the venture. The windows would rustle and the trees would sway every now and then. When we set foot on the porch of the house, the door went "CCCCCRRRRREEEEAAAAKKK" and opened by itself. It was as if we were expected. This sent goosebumps to our bodies. We then continued in. The house was filled with dust, and the chandeliers on the ceilings were rusted and were unable to provide enough lighting for us to walk through. Luckily we brought our own torchlights. We shone through the house to get a better picture what the house looks like. The staircases was eroded. The carpets was made from very expensive material, yet it has been abandoned and the whole floor was covered with dust.


We ventured into the dining room. The room was brightly shone, and there was a scruptious feast on the table, not like the picture we all were expecting to see. Suddenly, there were footsteps coming from the kitchen. "Thud thud thud..." came the footsteps and appearing in front of us was a seventy-year-old lady. She was dressed very sophisticatedly. We were not expecting anyone living in this house. She then said, " Oh dear, you boys look hungry. Won't you join me with this feast ?" We were shocked, but feeling hungry, we sat down. The feast looked very appetising and the smell was heavenly. There was lobsters, prawns, chicken, and even beef. It was mouthwatering and tempting so we decided to eat. We ate like as if we haven't had a proper meal for weeks.


Then, after eating, we chatted. Me and my friends found out that the old lady had a very rough life. She was always abused by her parents. Whipping, raining fists on her, these were very common in her household. She knew that when she grew up she would never do what her parents did. True enough, when she got older, got married and had children. She never did what her parents did to her. She treated them with love and concern. In fact, she showered them with too much love that in the end her children became rotten and got spoilt. They often rebelled against her. Her children were scholars, yet no one wants to take care of the Mrs Peterson. She was alone and with no financial support, she had to live in this ragged house. We were so touched by her story that our tears came uncontrollably. We asked her for permission to check out her house and she agreed.



We first went into the attic, where most antiques are put. Strangely, she had lots of antiques considering she was poor. But, we went on. Next, we went into her bedroom. Her bedroom was clean and tidy despite the outer appearance of the house. These had started to scare me and my friends. We finally discovered that something was amiss. But as soon as we discovered that, the old lady came from behind and said " Where are you boys going ? We still have a lot in common. Why not stay HERE FOREVER ? " At the sound of that we dashed towards the door. But, the door seems very far even if we continued running. We stopped eventually and turned back, the old lady was now missing. She had just disappeared into thin air, and we can't see her. Suddenly, she appeared right before us. We were very shocked but we decided that shock comes after we ran. We ran as fast as we could to the nearby windows. Again the windows seemed too far for us to reach, so we decided to go down into the basement and try to escape from there.

We reached the basement. Our eyes were filled with shock as we discover the deep dark secrets of Mrs Peterson's basement. She had tortured many people to death in here. She used flails, maces, chains and even a boiling pot of oil. There were tons of skeletons lying around. Skulls were flung here or there. There was alot of torturous screams coming from the basement itself. Then, we heard footsteps. Mrs Peterson is coming down, and we knew it would be trouble. As she came closer, our heart thumped very strongly. I was frightened, but i knew if i wanted to live i must go hide somewhere else because the place we were hiding was really too cramped, and it was obvious. We went on our seperate ways. I hid behind a shelf full of books. I took one out of the shelf. I saw ancient writings that i couldn't understand, so i hid one under my jacket. She finally appeared. She knew where they were hiding, and they eventually found them. I, on the other hand, slipped pass her where she didn't see me. I went out of the house through the front door. My friends were lost forever. It seemed that they didn't come out alive. I feel sorry for them.

Now, every time i walk pass the house, i would think about my group of friends who lost their lives inside that very house. I would feel guilty for not able to help them. They were the best of friends i had. And due to that incident, i lost all my friends. I feel sorry, but i still had to continue my life.