The Old Man's House

It was the night, the night that I had been waiting for, the night that it would happen. It was a dark night. As I watched people come by, ringing friends and neighbor's doorbells, my mom was calling for me to hurry up and get my costume on. Once I did, she said, "We should go to the old man's house." I told her it was haunted and nobody could go in there, but she didn't listen.

She took me to the old man's house. We drew closer and each time that we took a step, the house looked worse until finally we were walking up the steps. My hand reached out to ring the doorbell, but the door opened. An old man stepped out and looked at me with red eyes. He invited me in for some candy. I looked at my mother, she said yes, but I still wasn't sure. I went in anyway.

I stepped on the hard tile floor that was shaking. The lights were all off. I sat down on a chair with a slimy pillow and the plates seemed bumpy. When the old man turned on the lights, I gasped! The floor wasn't tile, it was bones! The cushion was bloody organs, and the plates were flattened heads!