As I said yesterday, today I’m participating in the Choose Your Own Blogventure Spooktacular!
“What’s wrong with you?” Julie asked as she watched Kate fumble with the contents of her bag.
Kate mutely pulled the key out and held it up. It gleamed dully in the moonlight.
“No. Way. NO WAY!” Julie shouted, waving her right hand back and forth above her head. “That lady is just trying to freak us out!”
“Well,” Kate stammered, “it’s working. I’m officially freaked.”
“That is so cool and spooky! Do you think it would open the trunk at the Haunted Happenings house?”As Julie reached for the key, Kate quickly closed her fingers around it and clutched it behind her back.
“I think we should get rid of it as soon as humanly possible,” Kate decided. Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes next to the old woman’s house, and the sound of someone running straight at them.
“Just go!!!” Julie shouted, sprinting away from the house. Kate followed without a second thought, and the key was temporarily forgotten. Kate and Julie ran until they were out of breath, finally stopping well down the block. Far behind them, they heard the sounds of the neighborhood teenaged boys, cackling at their own antics. Kate doubled over, catching her breath. When she finally stood up, she noticed Julie standing as still as stone, staring out beyond her. Kate turned and saw the giant, sprawling construction site of a future mansion. The house had been under construction all summer, and was newly walled-in. The “No Trespassing” sign was mocked, however, by the gaping doorways and windows that had yet to be filled. Kate looked back at Julie.
“We could hide the key in there,” Julie suggested.
Kate balked. “I am not going in there at night,” she stated with absolute certainty.
“Kate,” Julie sighed. “We either go in there and hide the key, or we’re stuck with it. I don’t know about you, but I just want to be done with it. Heck, I’m just ready to go home for the night.”
Kate thought for a long moment. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s go in, drop the key, and go home. But we’re not going beyond the first floor, and we have to stick together.”
Warily, the girls walked up the pathway and into the house. Kate spotted a hole in the floor toward the back of the room. She hurried over to it, dropped the key into it, and then ran toward the door, grabbing Julie’s arm in the process.
“Let’s get out of here,” Kate exclaimed, hauling Julie through the exit.
As the girls ran down the front walkway, they looked back over their shoulders.
And noticed a light flickering in the front room.
Julie and Kate both froze on the sidewalk and watched in confused terror as a dark shape appeared in one of the empty windows. The shape stared toward the girls, then turned toward the dim light, holding up a small object as if to look more closely. Julie and Kate gasped, recognizing the profile of the person now holding the key.
It was Annelise.
“We have to go back,” Kate yelled. “We can’t let Annelise near that trunk with the key!”
“No way! I’m going home with or without you,” Julie exclaimed. “It’s your choice, but there’s no way I’m going to walk into that kind of a trap! Are you coming home or not?”
If you think Kate should go home with Julie and leave Annelise to open the trunk on her own, click here.
If you think Kate should go back and try to convince Annelise to leave the key in the vacant house, click here.
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so who writes the story? this is fun!
[...] If you think Kate and Julie should try to open the trunk in the haunted library, click here. If you think Kate and Julie should pass the key on to someone else, click here. [...]
Okay, when I made Annelise go away for a while, I hoped someone would bring her back, but now that she’s here, I am MAJORLY FREAKED.
Ooooo this is good!
Aaaauugh! Why did they go in the house? Why? You are just trying to scare me! (It’s working, by the way.)
My poor little Annelise has become an object of my nightmares! WHHHHHHHY?!