The Dare - By Marguerite

Dark mist covered the building. Wendy started to walk up the cracked steps. She had been dared to enter the ancient house on the block. It had been abandoned for years, slowly rotting away like an old carcass. In return for the dare, Wendy was to be given a set of tennis player collection cards. Looking up the stairs now, Wendy wasn’t sure if the dare was worth it.

Being the easily-scared, red-haired girl she was, Wendy was shaking like a leaf, wondering whether she should turn back now or keep on going.

She took another slow step, only to feel her foot drop away as the step crumbled away. She stood there, frozen. Her right foot dangled in mid air. Finally mustering the little courage she had, she stepped over the empty space and finally reached the ledge where the large, medieval door stood, chipped and broken in some places, but still standing proudly.

Wendy gulped and took a step back, almost tripping over because of the broken step. The air around the door smelled musty and the mist seemed to get stronger as Wendy stepped closer. Slowly, Wendy wrapped her hand around the rusty door handle, opening the door to the nightmares that laid ahead