Once upon a time, my best friend Mika and I decided to explore the old, abandoned house at the end of our street. It was rumored to be haunted, but that only made us more excited. Armed with flashlights and our favorite snacks, we crept inside, the creaking floorboards echoing our every move.

As we ventured deeper, we discovered a dusty attic filled with forgotten treasures: old toys, yellowed books, and a mysterious trunk. We opened it, and to our surprise, it was filled with vintage dresses and hats! We couldn’t resist trying them on, laughing at how ridiculous we looked.

Suddenly, a loud bang startled us, and we froze. Was it just the wind? Or something more? With our hearts racing, we tiptoed to the window and peeked outside. There, we saw a group of kids playing tag, their laughter ringing through the air. Relieved, we burst into giggles, realizing our imaginations had run wild.

„Jesus, I thought those kids were murders that tryna haunt us.“