My name is Jake, and I'm 11 years old. After school, Sarah(she is 15) and I decided to explore the abandoned house close our school. As we entered, the air felt thick with mystery and a hint of danger. Sarah, the quiet girl from my school, led the way. Her long brown hair and piercing blue eyes seemed to glow in the dim light. She smiled at me, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Jake," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper, "Do you trust me?”