The Sawmill

“Let’s go!” as my friend Zak said when talking about going to visit an old, run down, haunted sawmill that was located in his neighborhood. My friends and I agreed with him and decided to go.  On the way he told us the story that he heard about this house, and everyone kind of didn’t really listen to him, and though that he was just making it up. 

As we were walking I actually started to believe him. All of a sudden it hit me, I saw the house, and it was creepy as he said it was. He sure wasn’t lying. We slowly crept towards the house and there were vacant old cars sitting outside the house. We then went inside as a group of seven of us. The house’s wooden floors creaked every time you took a step. The air was musty and old, but the smell was very distinct, old saw dust. We then went on trying to figure out if the story that Zak told us was true. 

Then while walking out of the house everyone was ragging on Zak for the story and how ghosts lived there. We didn’t see anything that made Zak’s story true, except for the house and the vacant cars.  Then, Brian, the main person that was making fun of Zak, turns and screams, “Run!” All of us sprinted faster than we all could ever imagine, we didn’t even know why we were even running. While dodging branches, thorns, and logs, everyone’s mind was racing with thoughts. What did he see?  What happened? Is it chasing us? Was there really something there or is he playing a joke on us?  We then finally came to a familiar road, after what seemed like hours were only a few minuets. We all stopped.  While panting like dogs we asked Brian, “What happened?” As he explained in short phrases, still being out of breath and scared Brian said that he saw a that one of the cars was steamed up, so he looked harder and saw girl in the window, and it wasn’t a girl that he has ever seen before.