Story: Alexia held her head in her hands. Frankie and Sam tried calming her down but nothing worked. They both walked into the other room. “Sam!” Frankie cried, “What happened?” Sam sighed. “It’s my fault. I got her into this mess.” “Sam!” Frankie embraced Sam, who was close to tears. “Don’t you dare talk like that!” “But it’s true.” Sam pulled away from Frankie, “I dared her to explore that house.” Sam pointed to a small house in the distance. Nobody ever went there. Everyone said it was haunted. “Ever since she’s got back, she’s been sobbing and refusing to say anything.” Frankie looked concerned and curious. “You don’t think that the house really is-“ “No.” Sam clenched her fists. “It can’t be.” They were interrupted by Alexia. “S-S-Sam? Frankie?” Frankie grinned. Sam loosened her fists. “Well, whatever it is,” Frankie muttered, “I’m going to find out what it is.” Sam gripped Frankie’s shoulders, “Are you mad? You see what’s happening to Alex. I…I can’t lose you too.” “You won’t.” Frankie embraced Sam. And with a heavy sigh, Frankie glanced at the small house in the distance. Perhaps the last house she ever enters.
