Wednesday, November 22- The Haunted House

The haunted house, creepily sitting there on the street of Black Wood. "Who lives there?' the kids that live across the street asked each other.
"I dunno, some mean old man" The boy replies.
The screams of the ghosts are heard all around the neighborhood. Where do they come from? There is only one place. The haunted house on Black Wood.
Don't go in there, you will be stuck inside forever. Kept a prisoner for the old man that dwells in that house.
People say, once you enter that house. You never come out.
The lady that used to live there with him, died of a cold heart. Stories tell that she was the witch of Black Wood. She walks the halls and corridors of the house, searching for more souls to torture and take.
The ghosts creep into the rooms of the night, watching the old man. "Bob! Stop saying to kill him! We can't! If we could I would have done it already!"
"Awww....." Bob sighs sadly. "But, but his soul looks so good to take!"
"I said stop."
The screams of the lady makes the ghosts cower.
"She's back. Everyone hide!"
As she creeps down the halls into the room of the old man, she slowly devours his soul.
"So she can kill him but we can't?!"
"Shut up Bob!"
The old mans ghost, stands over his body.
"What? Where am I! What?!" Whats happening!"
"You are here dear, and you will be with me, here. For the rest of eternity.