The Haunted House
At the top of the hill overlooking the village stood an old, dilapidated house. Its boarded-up windows, moldy door, and ivy climbing up the walls gave it a gloomy, ominous appearance. The house was known to everyone as “the haunted house.”
The village children only dared to enter during the day, in large groups, and always with their hearts pounding with fear. Chilling whispers and legends surrounded the house: it was said to be home to ghosts that roamed at night, moaning and seeking souls to terrorize.
A group of friends, led by Tomás, an adventurous and somewhat reckless boy, decided to spend the night in the haunted house. They wanted to prove they weren’t scared and discover if the rumors were true.
As dusk fell, with flashlights in hand and their stomachs fluttering with nerves, the children ventured into the house. The cold, damp air wrapped around them as they walked through the dusty hallways, their flashlights illuminating the cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.
Every creak of the wood, every shadow that moved in the darkness, chilled them to the bone. Suddenly, a terrifying noise echoed through the house: a guttural howl that seemed to come from the depths. The children looked at each other, terror reflected in their eyes.
Ana, the youngest of the group, began to cry, begging them to leave. Tomás, trying to stay calm, reassured her and told the others they had to keep going.
They reached a large, empty room with furniture covered in white sheets and a portrait of a woman with a sad expression hanging on the wall. Suddenly, the sheets began to move, and a cold gust of air swept through the room. The children huddled together, terrified, as a ghostly shadow moved across the wall.
A stifled scream escaped from Tomás’s throat. A tall, pale figure, with eyes glowing in the darkness, materialized before them. The children bolted for the exit, stumbling and pushing each other in their desperate attempt to escape.
Once outside, they gasped for breath, drenched in sweat and trembling with fear. They never returned to the haunted house again. The terror they experienced that night remained etched in their memories forever.
The haunted house on the hill still stands, watching over the village from its lonely perch. Its secret, if it has one, remains hidden within its walls. The village children still shudder at the mention of its name, and no one dares to enter after what happened that night.