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The House
by Brandon


I awoke in the rain, not knowing where I was. Nothing looked familiar. Then I realized I was in the town of Grady, where my cousin Al lived. I saw a house in the distance. I decided it was better than freezing and went to it.

The address was 2234 Baker Way. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it. I went inside. After exploring the house, I realized this house had been shut down at least 3 months ago. But then, it all came back to me. 2234 Baker Way was where Al had lived. Al died 3 months ago of a heart attack... because he got so scared.

As the spirits and things of the night came out to feed, I thought that if I hid they wouldn't find me, they couldn't find me. They found me.

"This is Trisha Fields reporting for the New York Times. A young man was brutally murdered at 2234 Baker Way last night. Experts have not yet found the cause of death. It is currently midnight right now… what the… what are those things?! AHHHHH!!"

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