Life in a Haunted House


Just a feel of emotion and the whole trick-or-treaters, give some sensor of happiness. The kind we all hope to be part of while only FIVE-to TEN.
This Tenager age is the most lone one of our eary time in the time of lives, and the best one can ever think of like becoming the Dracula of the house.
One becomes frighten and mistressed if growing out of the range, we realise that all is just about the black drama of what we hope to be or to know is far from been the realities.
A nice haunted piece.

Cold

haunted house kids trick or treatWe never get any trick-or-treaters. I can tell myself that it’s because we’re the only house on a dead-end street and surely, being off the beaten path is part of the problem. But if I’m to be completely honest, it’s because I know that little kids are afraid of our home.

Yes, we live in THAT house.

It’s the one we all dared each other to visit on Halloween. The one that got the occasional egging from only the bravest, most rebellious teens. The one that made toddlers cry.

In the neighborhood I grew up in outside of Chicago, there was a dark, recessed house that looked like a Turkish prison. It definitely stuck out, as the rest of the homes in our neighborhood had been built in the early 1960s and had a decidedly family-friendly feel to them. Swing sets in the back yard, goofy Halloween decorations and middle…

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