Hello, all. My name is Jason John. I'm 16, have sandy, medium length hair and I was dared to go to the Orphanage. Was that lightning I just heard?
I didn't want to stay alone and probably couldn't so I invited my two best friends in the whole world, Patrick and Shane. Patrick has black hair that hangs in his eyes making him look like an emo kid. He dyes the tips of his long hair silver just to look cool. Shane has brown hair and normally wears a plaid jacket, black skinny jeans, an undershirt and old-fasioned loafers. They probably would have came along without my asking, anyhow.
So, there we were climbing the hill that situated the Orphanage. There's that lightning again. Anyway, we walked up to the front door and stupidly, we knocked. The door gently swung all the way open like someone was holding the door for us. We walked in and unpacked our supplies. Here's where I begin:
"Shane, would you mind shutting the door." I said, asking him.
"Of course not, Jason." He said and got up. When he reached for the door, it closed itself. We all looked up with spokied faces.
"Must be the wind, eh?" Patrick said, with a Canadian accent, remembering one of our many inside jokes. We chuckled and turned on a lantern for light.
"Thank you guys, for coming with me. I was scared shitless when I was dared to come here." I told them.
"No problema! I'd be scared shitless, too if I had to be here alone." Patrick said, brushing hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah, what he said. Hey, what's that?" Shane said, pointing to a mirror. They looked at the full body mirror and saw a handprint. A frosty handprint. They all looked really scared, now. The handprint faded and they heard a rustling noise from what they thought was an upstairs level. They looked up and saw a child play tic tac toe on the ceiling.
"How is that possible?" I said. The kid heard me and he blew away like a puff of smoke. This was getting increasingly weird by the minute.
What will happen to us?