House Number Eighty-Eight… – by Lucy S

Anonymous owners had always lived in house number eighty-eight. This owner was different. Also being the most terrifying of them all…

Halloween Night, some of my friends and I went to chuck eggs at house number eighty-eight. We knocked on the door and peeked into the letter-box. Seeing lights continuously flickering. Also hearing the vague noise of clothes being washed.

I peeped into lettering box… A pale white face with a long, black fringe covering most of her forehead and piercing blue eyes that would haunt your soul… “You really shouldn’t have come here, kids…” A hoarse voice whispered through…