Above: “Evil Eyes” by Samantha Nobles ’22
Below: “Haunted House” by Nathaniel Denzler ’22
I am not one to believe in the supernatural or the paranormal. Usually people talk about that stuff and I just look away and roll my eyes. However, there is one time in my life where I questioned that belief. My middle school bus stop was right in front of what appeared to be an abandoned house. No one lived there, from what most people could tell. It seemed that there definitely wasn’t anyone living there. Despite this, though, occasionally the light would turn on in the house, even though it probably would have been long broken by that point. I would stand at my bus stop alone, and sometimes hear a creaky door open or some pebbles rolling on the ground. On Halloween one October, a few of my friends wanted to go and explore the haunted house. They went on their own, because I was too scared to go. What they said they saw shocked me. There was an old lady sitting on a rocking chair reading a book. When they saw her, she hissed at them, and a bunch of bricks and tiles on the house started falling to the ground. They ran and didn’t look back. The house collapsed completely a few days later. Now, someone new owns that property with a new house. My sister is actually friends with someone who lives in that house. I’ve been in the new house, and every time I’ve been in there I get chills, wondering if the ghost of the abandoned house will someday come for me.