Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The old house ❯ the old house ( One-Shot )

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The old house had been empty for as long as he could remember. He'd heard all sorts of stories about it, of course. There was supposed to be a ghost, a lady ghost, who looked out of one of the upstairs windows on New Year's Eve. And if you rang the bell after midnight you'd hear someone muttering behind the front door. But his dad said it was all nonsense, because the stories had been invented since the last people left.

That day his dad bought the house for hardly anything. He felt like something was wrong. But his dad had always been so money-minded that he didn't care.

The boy felt scared and frightened and had to sleep. As it was 2 days before New Year's Eve. The boy also had a bad case of diarrhoea. In the last hour he had to go 6 times … wait … now 7 times, ok let's change the subject…

Throughout the night the house had several strange grumbling noises. It sounded like someone's stom… *sniffs*

`Oh dear lord, what stinks!?' The boy just took a poop out of nowhere … wasn't he just in his room? Well anyway, the scared boy asked “Who said that?” Hm… I thought to myself, how did he hear me? Well I didn't reply to the boy who had to run to the toilet. Poor boy … he better start drinking plenty of water.

The next day later the boy asked his father, “Were you up last night?” The dad replied with a yawn and went to work … That money-minded bastard. Now the boy was home alone with nothing to do. His dad doesn't take him to school or buy him toys. Too money-minded, he should die a horrible death, explosive diarrhoea for example.

The boy had to entertain himself and so he self taught himself to read. He found nothing entertaining as there was nothing interesting to read or do. He couldn't even go out. “Hey you there!” the boy said pointing at me … “come and play with me.” Oh my god … the narrator has been spotted. That's it I'm leaving this story. Use your own imaginations to finish off the story. Well I'm going now see you later.

The End

By Elvis Tran 8A