Chapter 1:
Horror House!
I wake up to the floorboards creaking and groaning once again. It's like an eerie symphony that plays every night, and I can't help but wonder what's causing it. My sister, Chihiro, is fast asleep, oblivious to the haunting sounds that fill our room. But I'm wide awake, and I know that there's something not quite right about this house.
I gingerly get out of bed and tiptoe to the window. The moonlight spills into our room, casting ominous shadows across the floor. The silence outside is almost deafening, and it's in stark contrast to the disconcerting feeling that pervades the house. It's as if the house is sentient, and it's intently watching us with an unknown purpose.
I shudder involuntarily and turn away from the window, my mind racing with countless questions. What is causing these noises? Is it just an old house settling or something more sinister? My gut tells me there's more to this house than meets the eye, and I'm determined to uncover its secrets.
I hear Chihiro yawning, and her eyes open as I curve to her with a skittish grin.
"Megumi, it's 4:03 AM, why are you out of bed?" Chihiro questioned me; even through the faint darkness, I could sense her powerful scepticism.
"I heard that whistle again." I respond; she glances at me and chuckles slightly.
"On with the superstitions again, aren't you?" She chortles and rumbles over to the other side.
"I know what I heard. You were fast asleep. How could you just justify I'm mistaken with no evidence?" I say. I stand awkwardly, gazing at her, napping as she grunts and sighs.
"Because you have no evidence. It's only fair if I don't." She states, grinning and dozing again, her snoring so rackety that now it was slightly echoing.
Our abode was not an ordinary house; it was an enormous, eerie, and archaic mansion given to my parents by a peculiar man who seemed to delight in our eagerness to fork over our hard-earned money. He presented us with a rusty key that appeared to have been fried in oil, given its thick and crusty layering.
Our previous residence, although comparatively pricey, was far more inviting. I could have easily invited my friends over for a cup of tea and a film. But the thought of calling them here, to this ominous and foreboding house, seemed out of the question.
The rent for our previous house had become exorbitant, and we were no longer able to afford it. After weeks of searching high and low, we stumbled upon this house, advertised at a seemingly reasonable price of £15,639. In the pictures, the house appeared charming and inviting, and my sister Chihiro and I were eager to move in, boasting of our new abode to anyone who would listen.
But little did we know, we had been duped by the one-toothed man.
And I was determined to have revenge against his crazy antics.
I'd rather die in this ominous home...a slow yet painful death.
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