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It was late on a Saturday when I took the biggest decision of my life: I agreed with a group of friends to a haunted house to "see what the thrill was all about".
I knew that if I told my Aunt Emelda, she would forbid me from going so I decided to sneak out and meet them at a rendezvous. We were four in number, Josh, Troy, Todd and me.
Josh brought a large torch and water, Troy came with a shovel, for what reason I did not know, Todd came with a camera, and me, well, I came with sandwiches in case we got hungry.
We entered the haunted house by half-past nine and immediately we step foot on the front porch, there was this eerie feeling we all had, but we were determined to see the end of it all, so we soldiered on.
Suddenly, the torch Josh was with went off and refused to turn on, and we began to hear a screeching sound like a cat scratching on the walls, we decided we had had enough and ran off. Todd was crying, Troy was screaming his head off, but me, well, that experience will linger on my mind for a long time.
