"Wasn't that Tiffany's scream?" Chloe asked.

Tiffany was one of our friends. The girl that was usually so happy, enthusiastic, kind and cute. There was no way Tifanny would be here all alone, unless she wanted to help Jax. She usually avoids creepy stuffs. She needed help, we had to get to her, but how?

I looked around for a way in. I saw nothing but dead plants and vines covering the fences of the gates. Then, i heard it again... That voice was as frosty as the winter air and as sharp as a razor that could freeze and cut your heart, makes time stop...

Freya..

I ran. I ran to the side of the house.My feets feeling heavy as lead.My mind throbbing as the voice echoed my head. It felt like I was running through oil. Ethan tried to call to me but i was already running. I felt like I knew something. I knew the way to get in. But i couldn't quite know what. There was just something there, an aura. Like a long lost friend was there waiting...

Chloe and Ethan caught up to me and found me staring at a side entrance of the house. The door felt like it didn't belong there. It stood there like as if it was humming, waiting to be opened.

The door was metallic grey unlike the rest of the house which was made of bricks and wooden doors. Its had a weird symbol shaped like an animal.. a wolf. I mean it could be a dog for all I know..

I reached out for the doorknob when suddenly i felt a hand gently on my hand.

"you shouldn't have accepted to come with Chloe..." Ethan said out of breath but with pure concern in his voice , tightenly his grip.

"what do you mean?" I asked.

" you should go back before It's too late..." He said quietly. I thought I could see tears in his eyes.

"I'm going to find Jade no matter what happens and Tiff is here too! she needs our help-"

"Freya is right, we need to keep moving, We have to get out of here before- before-" Chloe added on.

"before what?" I asked.

"Let's just keep going-" Chloe said half-heartedly.

I opened the door, it wasn't quiet as heavy as it looked. it easily opened sliding like the door could fall of any moment. I could see stairs leading downstairs into the darkness, leading to a faint light.

When we reached the end of the staircase, we saw the most bizarre scene we had ever seen in our lives.

Tifanny was eating a bag of potato chips with Louis pacing back and forth in the storage room. Both of them munching, the noise echoing the room.

"what in the world-" Ethan said.

"Tifanny brought me here!" Louis said as he surrendered his hands. "She told me she heard a voice saying her name so.. here we are,"

"That's bad, very very bad" Chloe crossed her hands hugging herself which wasn't like her.

" I'm hearing it too" i blurted out.

Ethan looked at me with his intense eyes, "why didn't you tell us?"

"well, you guys aren't telling me about your so called 'plan'-"

"oh," Ethan gazed down and I instantly felt bad.

"You wouldn't have let me do this 'plan' if I told you Freya," Chloe said. "AND, Why are you guys eating?"

"I'm eating because I'm nervous!" Louis cried, "We are in a 'haunted house' A HAUNTED HOUSE." He paced back and forth while stuffing potato chips into his mouth.
"don't you guys have any cheese?" louis asked with his mouth full.

Chloe raised her eyebrows, " I got some cheese alright,"
Chloe took the chips from louis and began eating too.

Louis wore an orange hoodie. He had black hair and brown eyes.He known for his great sense of humor. He’s always making his friends laugh with his jokes and funny stories. Despite his tough appearance, He is afraid of anything related to death. It gives him trauma because of his experience in the past.

I glanced at Tiffany.

"Want some ?" Tiffany asked happily.Her voice was high-pitched and bubbly,that can make everyone around her smile. She was sitting on a table. Swinging her feets back an forth like a child. She had blonde hair that she dyed pink by the tips. She wore a cozy pink high neck sweater with a black skirt and running shoes.

Ethan took a peice of chips and sat on the white sofa. I wasn't angry at him of course. I was just jealous of why they can't tell me what's going on between him and Chloe. They just seem closer since Jade's dissapearance.

"So, what do we do now?" Louis asked.

"We explore," Chloe said. "Find some clues Then, we'll find a good place to do a ritual...".

A ritual? Was that the plan? Were we really here to find ghosts? whose ghosts and why?

"Aren't we here to just find Jade? why a ritual?" I asked.

"The reason why anyone dissapears in this house, is because there is something here.. something that doesn't belong in this world.." Chloe said.

Something that doesn't belong? I looked at Ethan for confirmation. Was this the plan?

"This 'thing' Is what me and Chloe were trying to find last week, right after Jade dissapeared.." He said darkly. " we still couldn't find the entrance. All we know is There was this man who checks up on the house from time to time.."

"Old man-" Chloe growled angrily.

" He told us that whenever he sees kid coming for the house, they seem to be hynotized, like as if someone else was controlling them. A powerful force.." He stopped for suspense.

" and.. He said all he knows is most people who tried to find the reason behind the kidnapped children, died in the most horrific deaths..."

I could see him clench his fist, tring hard not to shiver.

"Okay then," i said, I began to understand why ethan was so worried. even though i quite couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe in ghosts. I kind of excepted the fact that there might be a serial killer instead... but the voices in my head.. the voice Tiff heard too.. maybe there ARE ghosts.. I couldn't think of Jade being..
I put it out of my mind. My mind was going to explode if I heard anything else.

So, I decided to looked around.

There was nothing much around us except for broken down furnitures, A door to the left corner leading to what I think might be the way into the house.Tiffany was sitting on a table to my left. A table that seemed to be badly scratched up by an animal. while Ethan and Louis sat on the white luxury sofa that sadly was also scratched up. Chloe was rumaging her backpack.

I slowly walked along the wall.The old grandfather clock was collecting dust. antique and precisely detailed frames were hung up on one side of the wall. The photos showed a husband and wife with 2 children.

I smiled.