The Regretful Reflection.

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And there it was. Right before our eyes. We had found it, at last. My friend Tamara and I had discovered the place from which all the rumours had started. Everyone knew about the house, but nobody knew it existed, at least until now. We looked at each other, as the cold chill of the evening air rushed across our faces. I got the feeling something horrible lurked inside, and I just had to find out what.

When I heard the rumours about the house, I thought that it was going to be some kind of really scary haunted house, but my instincts were wrong. The house only looked about fifty years old, but it must have been left lying dormant for decades. The tiles on the roof were no longer a terracotta colour, but a dark, furry green. A few birds’ nests were scattered around various places on the roof, and the chimney had almost broken in two. The windows were all smashed in, and the framework around them had been stripped of paint. Tamara edged forward to have a closer look. She was so unlike most girls, because she was never scared of anything, and she did act like a bit of a tomboy at times.

The house was buried deep into a huge forest, with only very faint tracks leading away from it. Just then, I could’ve sworn that I heard voices. I heard a little boy’s voice, and what sounded like an old lady’s. I could not make out where the voices were coming from, because it was continually coming from different directions. When the sound was closest, I could just make out one or two words that the old lady said: “And then we can let them play our little game of hide and seek” I knew exactly what she meant, and I started to leg it, but Tamara caught my arm. I started to struggle out, but she was so strong, that I just couldn’t win. I was very surprised, and quite embarrassed, that girl was stronger than I was.

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“What are you doing? What made you suddenly do that?” Tamara asked. She sounded exactly like my mother.

“I heard voices, and this place gives me the creeps” I replied. “You’re talking a load of rubbish! I can’t hear a thing; you must be imagining things. Come on, lets go and have a closer look, and if anything happens, I promise you that we will come straight back out. OK?” I regretfully nodded my head, and followed her closely behind.

As we approached the entrance, the door was locked, but it was so rotted, that it took Tamara one kick ...

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