Friend in an abandoned house

On my way home from school, I was walking that day using a different road than usual. It was an abandoned house on a quiet, secluded alley, with a battered wooden exterior and open doors and windows, so it was easy to get inside. I checked around in the dimly lit room until my eyes adjusted, and then I saw something white out of the corner of my eye and turned around. I was relieved to find nothing. Then I heard footsteps tapping on the stairs near the entrance, and as I hurried over, I heard a child laughing. I wanted to have the place to myself, but there was no point if there were other guests ahead of me. With a sigh and a slump of the shoulders, I was about to leave the abandoned hous...View all