• "Com'on, Nick, I dare you to go in there." Derik said. They were just across the street away to the ' house of horror'.
    "No way, Derik, have you ever heard those stories?" Nick said. The two were walking across the street. "Derik, you probably lost your he-"
    "What about Michille Billings? She'll walk all over you if you do it." Derik teased. Michille was Nick's crush since the first grade. She usually loves men who are tough and fearless. He had to do it, for Michille.
    "ALRIGHT!!!!! I'll do it." he said. Nick walked into the front steps. "Remember, Time limit's ten minutes!" Derik said. He shook his head. Then, he opened the door, walked in, and closed the door.
    Ten minutes later
    And Nick never returned.
    "Nick, it's been ten minutes, get back outside." Derik said. He decided to go in on his own.
    The inside had a stench of death, bloodshed, and medicine, following with drugs.
    "Nick, quit pretending, we have to go, our parents will worry." Derik said. He was frightened now. "Quit it, you've got me, now let's g-"
    He looked down.
    Nick has now, blue skin, blood all over him, and he had a gun in his right hand. Derik's eyes widened with horror.
    He could not belive it. Nick was murdered, and he thought he was just playing.
    Then, a draft ran down his neck.
    "W-wh-who are you?" he said in fear. Then, a sharp pain ran through his chest. When he looked down, blood was on his South Pole T-shirt, tons of blood.
    He dropped to his knees, then he fell to the hardwood floor.
    "It's better if you didn't know." a voice echoed.
    That was one of the stories on Murder Hill, the most terrifying neiborhood yet, but, here's another one.
    Eight teens were dared to go in the house that started a terrifying night that ran with blood....