The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17 no reviews

Ethan popped a little black device out of a holder on his belt
and wiggled it in front of him. “Walkie-talkies!”
As if on cue, his crackled and Adrian’s voice came through
the speaker. “Okay, we’re all set. Lights out?”
Tucker reached out and rested a hand gently on my shoulder.
“You ready, Chelsea?”
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs so much they started to
hurt. The inside of the house didn’t look creepy at all; it looked
pretty and clean and normal. All the furniture was modern and
brightly colored. It didn’t have the “haunted mansion” feel at all.
And all of the people I was with were very nice and helpful. Plus,
Tucker would be with me the whole time.
Was I scared? Shitless.
Was I ready to prove I could do it anyway? Hell, yeah.
“I’m ready,” I announced with a nod.
Ethan radioed back to the upstairs team, “We’re all set, too.
Lights out.”
“Good luck, Chelsea,” Susannah offered encouragingly.
“We’ll be right here if you need anything.”
With that, Tucker started towards the doorway that led into
the hall. I hurried after him, so when he stopped with his hand on
the light switch, I had to put major brakes on so I didn’t barrel right
into him and jab him in the butt with a flashlight. He moved his hand
and the room fell into darkness behind us. Next, he moved into the
hallway, and flipped that switch. I followed him to each room,
leaving them black and creepy behind us.
Finally, we reached the front hallway where we had entered.
The chandelier above us was the last light on in the entire house. I
took this opportunity to click on my flashlight, but the red glow
seemed so weak compared to the ominous darkness.
“Lights out,” Tucker repeated, and with one violent kick of
my heart, he turned off the last switch.
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