
The old house creaked. Rhys knew it was going to be a long night. He wondered why he had taken the assignment to spend the night in the old McMillian place.
For six years he had been working for Fortress Security. This, however, was the oddest assignment to date. He was expected to spend five nights in the “haunted house” until the new owners moved in. They didn’t want partying teenagers ransacking the place.
Then an eerie wail began that made his skin crawl. It was almost as if the whistling moan was saying something. After an hour, he couldn’t take it anymore. He got up and opened the panel in the wall where the sound was emanating. There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles. While it was a relief, it didn’t make the night any less nerve-wracking.
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Padre
I would never have taken that assignment! I hope the rest of his stay is uneventful.
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Creaky old houses can spook even their owners, but when a stranger spends his first night there, it can be pure terror! Enjoyed this.
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I see five sleepless nights ahead.
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No-way, no-how would I stick around a place like that for 5 nights — unless I had holy water, a stack of Bibles, silver bullets, wooden stakes, a box of garlic, and Professor Van Helsing with me.
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Love it
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I guess the buyer will have to deal with the noise now
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