A Night at the Haunted House
It was a crisp winter night. The full moon hung bright in the sky with a hazy glow around it, casting an eerie light over the dark neighbourhood. Luca, Lucia, Alis, Kile, and I, Helen, stood on the street in front of the gate in the waist-high stone wall leading up the path to the worn-down house that everyone said was abandoned and haunted. It was the infamous haunted house, known for its chilling tales and ghostly sightings, things moving without reason and lights going on and off with no one in the room.
