The Case of the Old House
Kayla, Age 11, Higginsville, MO

It was just after dark, the night before Halloween, and my best friend and I were going for our 7:00 walk down Elm Street and back. We walked about a half a block and then noticed a house. It was at the end of our block but we have never noticed it before. It looked empty, like no one had ever stayed there before.

“Look at that!” Lizzie exclaimed. “It looks like a house to me. Let’s go and see what it is. I think someone lives there.”

“Come on, let’s go,” I said.

“I think I will stay here, but you can go ahead if you want,” Lizzie said very nervously.

“Oh come on, you big chicken.”

“Okay fine, I will come for a little bit but we are leaving in 5 minutes,” demanded Lizzie.

“Oh whatever, just come on!” We went up to the door and knocked. There was no answer. We knocked again, harder this time. Still no answer. All of a sudden the door opened… but no one was there.

“I think we should go back now. It’s getting late and our parents are probably wondering where we are,” suggested Lizzie.

“We can go back in a minute. Let’s go see if any one is in there,” I said confidently.

“But maybe we shouldn’t. We won’t be able to see. It looks very dark in there. We don’t even have a flashlight,” I said nervously.

“That’s what you think but I have all of the supplies we need right here in my bag so, LET’S GO,” I commanded.

“Fine, but you are going in first,” she said angrily. We went in the house. I was scared but I tried not to show it around Lizzie.

“What is that clicking noise?” I asked.

“Oh, sorry, that was me. My teeth were chattering. This place is starting to creep me out. Seriously, maybe we should go before we get caught!”

“I told you we can leave in a minute” I snapped. “Man, this place is dusty.”

“Whoa, look at that. The chair over there doesn’t have any dust on it” I exclaimed.

“How is that possible?” Lizzie asked, seeming more interested in it than before.

“I don’t know. It is the only thing that doesn’t have dust on it.” I said.

“Yeah, but look at that. There is something shiny on the table. Let’s go see what it is.”

“Maybe it is a penny.”

“I don’t know,” I repeated. “It almost looks too big to be a penny.”

We went over to the table to see what was there. Surprisingly, it was a key.

“What does this go to?” Lizzie wondered as she picked it up. She got there much faster than I did.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s a key. I wonder what it goes to” I said.

There was a sudden creaking sound.

“What was that?” I asked nervously. “Maybe we should go back.”

“No, no, no. We are staying here. Wait a minute, there was the noise again. Let’s go upstairs and see if any thing is up there.” Lizzie said

“Ok, I guess we can.”

We went upstairs, and we still heard the noise. We could not figure out what it was.

“Let’s go into the bed room first.” Lizzie suggested.


So we did.

“I think it is coming from under the bed.” I said. I’ll look to see what it is.

“Be my guest.” Lizzie giggled.

Unsuspecting, I looked under the bed.


“Aaaahhhh” I squealed.

It was one of our friends.

“Ha ha! We got you this time.” laughed Lizzie.

“Very funny,” I said, infuriated.

“Oh come on, we will have a big laugh at this some day.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Maybe in a long time from now….”

Lizzie and I headed home with our dusty friend, ready for sure now for the upcoming Halloween celebrations.

Home | Read | Write | Copyright | Privacy

This page was last updated on December 03, 2009 by the KIWW Webmaster.