(cont from pt 1 )
We first went into the basement which was very moldy smelling and extremely dark. One could stretch out a hand and still not see it. As we felt our way around Shangyne screamed and grabbed Cheyenne around her neck, “I felt something soft, wet and slippery when I stretched out my hand,” she stammered. “Well let go of Cheyenne’s neck then we’ll look together.” I said. “Does anyone by chance have anything with a light?” I queried. Cheyenne lit up her flashlight on her mobile phone and we continued on our way. About halfway through our search we came to a sudden halt when we heard a very loud screaming sound. Not waiting to find out what it was we bolted for the door, which strangely enough seemed to have moved from where it originally was because we ran into a wall losing the phone in the process and amidst our screams and struggles to get up we heard an eerie laugh which echoed throughout the entire house. After a few minutes, I guess, we got to our feet and bravely tried to find our way once more to the door. We came upon a door minutes later, opened it and went inside the room, it was dark and smelled of mothballs, as I turned to open the door a bit wider, it slammed shut in our faces and for the love of heaven it would not budge even with our combined efforts!
We ran screaming from the passage, bowling dad over, who had heard the screams and was coming to investigate. While we lay there bodies entangled with each other…..we heard a terrifying cry which made our blood ran cold and as we looked up we saw floating ugly and probably his sinister shadow twin looming toward us. With alacrity dad was up and pulling us with him made a beeline for the back of the house where we came out on a balcony that overhung Death Valley. We froze in our tracks for there was no other way if escape but to jump to our deaths on the jagged rocks below as previous owners had probably done before us! As ugly and shadow drew closer, dad said a quick prayer and we braced ourselves for the jump when our brother, Giovanni, shouted, “stop! You guys, don’t jump!” “They are just ghosts who want to be friends with us!” “Could have fooled me!” Blurted out Shangyne. “We went through all that only to become friends with this, oh brother!” Muttered Cheyenne. “Whatever happened to a friendly smile and a ‘hi’ let’s be friends!” I spluttered.
We all live happily now with ugly, shadow, screamy, jello and scary in Spockville House. People of the village kept asking us how it was that we still lived there as if there is nothing wrong in the house? We just tell them that we are happy living there. We have a spooky party planned for this summer vacation, we have invited the entire village, you can come along too and what better place to have it???? THAT’S RIGHT… SPOOKVILLE…excuse me please, SPOCKVILLE HOUSE. See ya in tha summer. Peace out.