Chapter Twelve.
Scott took the first brave step into the lounge, we followed our tracks from before. He stopped in the same place, we both glanced over at the rocking chair. The ghost trail ended there. I thought I saw it move. Wait, was it?
It was ever so slightly it was still rocking back and forth. "Scott i don't like it, lets go. Please?"
Thats when things took a turn for the worst.
The eerie silence made it even more creepy.
The steps made themselves. Every new foot print made the floorboards groan in pain. The tracks were forming in front of us. Heading towards us. I latched on to Scott for dear life. What was going to happen?
They stopped. Right there. Right in front of us. Less then an arms distance away from us.
I didn't know if I was shaking or if it Scott was, but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't control my body it wasn't responding. I felt something move the hair from my hair from my face.
The scream that left my mouth wasn't mine. I mean it was, but i didnt make it. I wasn't in control here it was like I'd taked a step back I was watching everything through a cloud of fog.
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