DEAR EVERYONE, MOSTLY JESSICA, RYAN, AND OTHERS, I AM STARTING A STORY. READ IT OR KISS MR. RUTHERFORD!!!!!!- I STARED AT THE LARGE CREATURE BEFORE US. THE HOUSE COULD HAVE BEEN A CREATURE. A CREATURE WHO HAUNTED THE TOWN, THE KIDS, AND MAINLY US. THE HOUSE WAS 272 YEARS OLD SUPPOSEDLY. THE HOUSE STOOD EMPTY AND SILENT. THE HOUSE HAD TO LARGE BROKEN DARK WINDOWS APON THE 2ND FLOOR. THE UNATTENED HOUSE'S WINDOWS GLARED DOWN ON US AS THOUGH THE WERE GHOSTLY EYES. EYES FROM THE GRAVE. EYES OF THE HOUSE. THE HOUSE THAT WAS ONCE BRIGHT RED WAS NOW A FADED GRAY COLOUR. THE PAINT ON THE HOUSE WAS PEELING AND FLICKERING OF ALL THE TIME. THE HOUSE WAS FOUR STORIES TALL WITH A DARK ALMOST COLLAPSED ROOF APON IT. NO CHIMNEY COULD BE SEEN, WHICH SCARED US MUCH. YOU SEE, EVERY FULL MOON, YOU COULD SEE SMOKE RISING OUT OF THE ROOF OF THE HOUSE. THE FIREMEN STOPPED GOING THERE SINCE IT HAPPENED MANY TIMES. SUPPOSEDLY A CRAZY SCIENTIST CALLED PROF.TREK ONCE LIVED THERE. BY DAY HE WAS AN EVERY DAY MAN. BY NIGHT HE WAS A PHYCHO WHO WOULD KIDNAP CHILDREN AND KEEP THEM LOCKED IN HIS ATTIC. THERE HE WOULD TEST HIS EXPERIMENTS ON THEM. THEY ALL FAILED AND MANY CHILDREN DIED. NOW, ONCE AGAIN SUPPOSEDLY, THE SMOKE LEAVING ON THE FULL MOON ARE THE SPIRITS OF THE CHILDREN TRYING TO ESCAPE. BUT FOR SOME REASON THEY CAN'T. AS THOUGH THEY WERE TRAPPED THERE FOR ALL ETERNITY. NOW LOOKING AROUND, THE HOUSE APPEARED EVEN SCARIER. I WAS SCARED EVEN THOUGH MY FRIENDS, TRISHA, BILLY, ELSA, AND AUSTIN WERE THERE. THE PLACE WAS EVEN SCARY IN THE DAY LIGHT. THE POARCH WAS OLD AND SUNKEN IN. IT CREEKED AND SOMETIMES YOU COULD ALMOST HEAR A CRY OF HELP FROM IT. ABOUT THE YARD, THE DEAD RED GRASS COVERED MUCH OF IT. ONLY A TINY DIRTY WELL LOOKED NEW, IT ALWAYS DID. THAN I SAW IT, THE GHOST OF PROF.TREK. I LET OUT A GASP AND LOOKED CLOSER. THAN I SCOWLED AS I REALIZED WAHT THE UNEXPECTED VISITER REALLY WAS. A DIRTY OLD SCRECROW HANGING FROM A CROSS. THE SCRECROW WAS YELLOW, BUT RED GRASS COVERED IT'S BODY. THE CLOTHES ON IT APPEARED VERY OLD AND MUSTY. TWO GLARING RED EYES STARED BACK AT ME. THERE WAS A HOLE WHERE THE NOSE SHOULD HAVE BEEN AND THATS WHEN I SAW IT. A DEEP BLUE FROWN WAS PAINTED ON ITS FACE. I WANTED TO RUN, TO GET AWAY. TO ESCAPE THE SHEDDING HOUSE, THE DEAD PORCH, THE RUSHLED GRASS, AND THE SINASTER GLARING FROWNING ICEY PRESENCE OF THE SCARECROW... (TO BE CONTINUED)