Abandoned (1)

10 pm

I checked my thermometer, under freezing. I could see my breath. I looked at Carson and he was shaking. He could see ghosts, but nobody believed him. That was about to change. “What’s wrong Carson?” I asked him, concerned. I was the only one who believed him, we’d been friends for years. He looked at me, pale as though he’d seen a ghost, which, in this case, wasn’t just a figure of speech. No response from him, I turned my back to check the heat map and heard a scream from behind me. When I turned back, Carson was gone. So were Molly and Ethan. I called out for them, I was terrified. My whole body went cold and my world seemed to grow darker...darker but I didn't pass out. Suddenly, everything lit up. Every light in this awful house started to flicker.

My eyes darted across the room as it started to spin, I was still yelling for my friends in hope of a response, but there was none. I would have looked for them but my feet were glued to the spot. All the lights shut off once more, and the power was out. Slowly I took a step, and the sound of the weak, old, wood floor creaking echoed throughout the house. There were no other sounds to be heard. I shivered and watched as a table across the room gave out, or at least that's the logical explanation. In my mind, a ghost had pushed it, and this was the most likely story.