Horror House

12/17/2021

Blood drips from your lip with each breath you take. You are glaring at the boy across from you. He has one hand covering the black you gave him. "You're not so tough," the boy says. "My granny hits harder than you."

"At least I'm not a coward, like you, John," you reply.

"Oh, yeah? If you're so brave, I dare you to stay tonight at the old house at the end of the street," John says.

"Fine, and I dare you to do the same," you demand.

"Alright, then. Try not to keep me awake with your screaming," John says. He walks away.

You head home to prepare for the night.