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As I walk through the doors at night, I am looking all around. Listening to all the creepy things ready to give me a fright. I can hear all the ghostly things making sounds. I cant see a thing, for the room is quite dark. Only the silhouettes that move in the room. They all move on their own cue. The chainsaws in the background give off a good spark. The wolves are howling due to the full moon. All the bats that could flew.

As I begin to walk more deep into the house, Cautious with every step I take. The ghosts and ghouls and zombies of ever spouse, give me such a scare for my own sake. They sit in there rooms to wait, peaking out of the little tiny slots. When you walk by the grab at anything they can feel. Haunted houses are something I do not hate. I love to find them in different spots. I just love to hear people squeal.