I submitted a story called Party gone wrong a while back and this is pretty well a follow to that. I was over at Cassie's house (where I spend most of my time) and her mom asked us to walk to the store, a short distance away, to pick up a few things for her. If we had taken the path by the old house we're so scared of it would have been maybe half a mile to walk, but we wouldn't walk past it.
We went a mile out of our way to keep distance between it and us. When we got back to her house her little brother told us that we should face our fears because we were the only two girls he knew that were scared of an old house. (We agreed that it was pathetic but it scared us THAT bad) Cassie and I told him we would go if he went with us to prove that we weren't crazy, so we went to the old house.
The minute we stepped in the feeling of being watched fell over me and Cassied gripped my arm. We heard someone walking around in the kitchen of the old house and I nearly turned and ran at that. Jason went into the kitchen and when he came back it was like someone was walking behind him. We could hear footsteps that were like someone wearing heavy boots. Cassie ran out of the house and I was right behind her and as soon as Jason heard what we heard, he was right on my heels. When we got onto the road we heard the sound of heavy boots again on the road behind us. (we were all wearing flip flops). Then we heard the sound of someone walking in the leaves beside us on the road.
When we got back to Cassie's it was dark and we locked the doors and satin the living room with her mom. (her dad was at work). The door knobs started shaking a lot and the windows were rattling. "It followed you home!" Mrs. Kell kept saying over and over. It finally stopped and we are even more scared than we were before. Now we're not allowed to go to the old house anymore. (Mrs. Kell banned that).