There I was. In the cemetery. In front of the house. The house they say Mitch was murdered in. Well, at least they say he was murdered. No one really knows what happened to him. Some say he was murdered. Others say he committed suicide. But as I said, no one really knows what happened to Mitch. Except for his spirit that supposedly haunts this house.
Now you know why I'm here. I need to see Mitch. I need to see his spirit. I need to talk to him. I need to see my twin.
If I take one more step I'll be there on the first step. Part of me wants to turn around. To go back to that stupid orphanage were all the kids say that they're glad Mitch is dead. Just to get to me. But I'm stronger than that side of me. I go with my other instinct. I keep going. I walk up the steps and across the porch. Then I slowly reach for the knob...
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This hallway is dark and and hot. It also has a vile smell that I can't describe any other way. Every step I take a floor board creeks and moans. I can feel death lurking, just waiting to happen.