So I, a skinner, entered a blogging league thingy...ok? ;-;

I was lazy and didn't want to do the things with my tablet, so I basically make the cover image with my mouse. I might work on something a bit better later, I just wanted to upload this in time. Thanki Foxywoxy.



 

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“This was it, this was my chance to become famous for finding actual evidence of a ghost.” Well, that’s what I thought it would be, but it turns out all I signed up for was one of those cheesy ‘haunted house’ tours where they hire actors to scare you periodically throughout the night. Well, whatever, I paid my money to be here, might as well try to enjoy it alongside the other 7 people. As we entered one of the rooms our guide, an ‘expert’ on ghost hunting turned to us and explained that this room was the living room that the father of the family who last lived here was murdered in. A suspect was never found, though this room is still one of the largest hotspots in the house.


 


The guide decided it was time to move on to the upstairs bedroom where the wife was killed. As we approached the staircase, I decided to take a look around at my surroundings, I saw a glimpse of movement near the entrance to the house. “Over there! I saw something move!” I shouted, “Wait, is someone missing?” Everyone quickly huddled around me trying to see where I was pointing ignoring my question, except for the guide who was still on the steps. “No, only 6 people signed on for this tour, there’s 6 of you right there.” He insisted “We better keep going otherwise we’re going to run out of time.”


 


I followed the group upstairs, though lagging behind the others so it would be less noticeable when I slipped away from the group to explore on my own. As they entered the bedroom I decided to slip away unnoticed. “For now I’ll only explore up here.” I whispered to myself. I did my wondering, no luck in finding anything though, the whole time I made sure I could still hear the guide so I could sneak back into the room with them without anyone noticing. “Here we go, time to sneak in.” I said, success…but wait, only the guide was there and he didn’t realise anyone was gone, he just kept rambling on about the room, I don’t think he even realised I was there anymore.


 


“Well, that does it, I’m out.” I said rather loudly. As I neared the door I looked around one last time before leaving, I was scared, I’ll admit, but also curious. That’s when I noticed the stairs to the basement…they weren’t there when we entered the house. This got me curious. So, as anyone in the movies would, I decided to head down there only to be faced by a door. It slowly creaked open into a dark, seemingly empty room, only lit by the light from the hall at the top of the stairs. I slowly stepped into the room not know what was going to happen. It stunk. A light appeared, illuminating the room…to the sight off all my tour group…dead, and more skeletons littering the room. I turned and bolted out the door, only to be greeted by the sight of the tour guide, only…he wasn’t human anymore, a demon…he had become his own hellish fiend.


 


This was it, I saw the light everyone talks about seeing when they die, might was well head towards it. Goodbye.

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Wish me luck, kthnxbye.