The Haunted Mansion
3: The Awful Truth
I got up off of the floor.
It felt like I’d been there for years! But I know that it’s only been a few minutes. Or hours.
I walked outside.
It was strangely warm. Why was I wearing a jacket if it was warm outside?
I took off the jacket and folded it over my shoulder.
I might want to get home, I thought. I don’t know what time it is, and Mom might be home already, looking for me.
I started to walk back and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Man, it’s hot.
I reached my door and turned the knob, but the door didn’t open. I lifted up the welcome mat to look for the key, but it wasn’t there. I groaned and rang the doorbell.
A girl that I’d never seen before answered the door. She was blonde and tall, and wore red glasses. She looked about ten or eleven.
“Who’s at the door, Kat?” A man yelled from somewhere in the house.
“No one,” she said, starting to close the door.
Before it completely closed, I slipped in.
“Hey, dad?” she asked the man in the living room.
He’s bald and sitting in a recliner with a glass of tea in his hand.
“Can I have some candy?”
“After dinner,” a woman said, walking into the living room.
She was short and skinny, and had dark hair that fell past her shoulders.
“Sidney, you know I don’t like Katelin and Dawson eating sweets before dinner.”
Sidney laughed and said, “I didn’t even say anything!”
She laughs and a little boy walked into the room with messy blonde hair.
“What are we having for dinner?” he moaned.
“Chicken, just like you, Dawson!” Sidney laughed.
Dawson growled. “Hey!”
Sidney started tickling him, and he started laughing.
“STOP!” he laughed.
It felt like I’d been there for years! But I know that it’s only been a few minutes. Or hours.
I walked outside.
It was strangely warm. Why was I wearing a jacket if it was warm outside?
I took off the jacket and folded it over my shoulder.
I might want to get home, I thought. I don’t know what time it is, and Mom might be home already, looking for me.
I started to walk back and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Man, it’s hot.
I reached my door and turned the knob, but the door didn’t open. I lifted up the welcome mat to look for the key, but it wasn’t there. I groaned and rang the doorbell.
A girl that I’d never seen before answered the door. She was blonde and tall, and wore red glasses. She looked about ten or eleven.
“Who’s at the door, Kat?” A man yelled from somewhere in the house.
“No one,” she said, starting to close the door.
Before it completely closed, I slipped in.
“Hey, dad?” she asked the man in the living room.
He’s bald and sitting in a recliner with a glass of tea in his hand.
“Can I have some candy?”
“After dinner,” a woman said, walking into the living room.
She was short and skinny, and had dark hair that fell past her shoulders.
“Sidney, you know I don’t like Katelin and Dawson eating sweets before dinner.”
Sidney laughed and said, “I didn’t even say anything!”
She laughs and a little boy walked into the room with messy blonde hair.
“What are we having for dinner?” he moaned.
“Chicken, just like you, Dawson!” Sidney laughed.
Dawson growled. “Hey!”
Sidney started tickling him, and he started laughing.
“STOP!” he laughed.
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