Personal Narrative: My Rundown House

Clap your hands It was a rainy day, me and some friends decided to walk around the streets at around 6 o’clock. After a while of walking around we stopped outside an old rundown house, we all looked at each other with a look of curiosity, Ethan was the first one to walk up to the door then followed by Kelly and both me and Paige. Ethan reached out to the door handle and slowly turned it opening the old wooden door which creaked like nails being scratched on a chalk board, Kelly being very impatient walked straight in so the rest of us followed her. the house still had furniture, it looked like the people who use to live here didn’t plan on moving because there were also picture frames on the mouldy walls. “we should go” I said because I was getting a bad feeling about the house, “I agree, this place is creepy” Paige said while walking over too me, we didn’t hear a response from Ethan or Kelly so I called out their

Ethan came in only a few seconds after me “do you really think I’m that stupid?” he laughed and I quickly made my way through a big enough hole for me to get through and run to get into a van but then I realised how stupid that was so instead I decided I needed a trap so I opened and slammed the car door then quickly run not too far away that I couldn’t see and Ethan came walking out of the barn with a gut ranching smirk on his face. He opened the van door climbing inside and I did something that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life, I quietly sneaked over to the van and with my lighter and a deodorant can that was laying around I set it on fire with Ethan inside and watched it all burn including Ethan