324: The A-Frame

I calmly stuck my foot through the floor, and felt the boards tug on cuff of my blue jeans. It was a good night, the moon was full and my friends and I had decided to conduct a survey of haunted houses in the neighborhood.

This particular haunted house was referred to merely as “The A-Frame.” Both end walls were mysteriously missing, but the slanting roof on both sides largely protected it from the elements. While there had been no reports of ghosts in the immediate vicinity it was evident to us kids that the structure was haunted, based solely on its state of decay.

I turned the flashlight towards the wall, and was startled to see a face peering back at me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

My cousin Jimmy came around the corner, he stared at me, his mouth open wide in astonishment. I pleaded with him for help, but his blank face showed no expression. It was as if he didn’t even hear me. He called to the other kids, and they quickly came running.

I watched in horror as the pulled my limp body from the floorboards.

The A-Frame is in much rougher shape these days. Giant holes in the roof mean that there is almost no protection from the weather. Some day soon it will collapse entirely. The kids still come around every now and then, looking for ghosts. They say that some kid died there once.

One thing’s for sure. That A-Frame’s as haunted as any place I know.

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