'Haunted Houses, Spooky Places' is a recently completed english assignment.

It was summertime; the season when the trees were a deep green and all sorts of creatures came alive. I was going to stay in a summer cabin for the week with my friend David and his family. They had rented the house from a family friend and had chosen to invite me to join them for a week. All together, there was twelve of us including myself, David's family, couple of his brother's buddies, two dogs and a few family friends.
As everyone entered the house and started to explore the area, what we saw brought chills to us all, but the inside of such a creepy, run-down building like this was so interesting. It was lined with aged trinkets, breathtaking pictures of the forest surrounding the house and small, untouched antiques. There was even a huge pirate-like chest on the back wall of one of the smaller rooms in the basement of the building. The cabin was surprisingly clean for such a dull, dark and unused place. No dust was lying softly atop the crooked shelves and desks. Even the toilet was pristine clean.
The house was a fountain of strange noises coming from all around. Sometimes, a faint whistling sound could be heard after the wind picked up and rolled delicately across the curved edge of the drippy drainpipe. A funny slapping noise was the result of the large, built in back yard pool and it's cover bouncing up and down making the translucent plastic skim the surface of the water below, as if it wanted to be heard. It seemed almost peaceful, but not enough to get rid of an awkward, eerie feeling I kept getting.
On the third night during our stay at the misshapen cabin, everyone was already bored and dead tired. Having no television for a week can be excruciatingly difficult. David and I were trying to make the most fun out of what we had; fooling around in the pool, blending all sorts of foods together then drinking them and playing card games. We were in the pool for a long time, attempting to do tricks off of the diving board when we noticed how dark it was and how cold it was getting. This made us leave the pool and head inside for the remainder of the night. With only a few hours before having to slip into our beds for the night and absolutely nothing to do, we declared ourselves officially out of ideas.
We were sitting on the floor, tackling our own invented version of solitaire when David shot upwards, a light bulb clearly flashing in his head. He had a plan to make our insensate night not as inanimate. He explained his brilliant scheme to me, and in moments we were on our feet. We were going to find out what was inside the treasure chest.
The two of us crawled cautiously down the rickety stairs which seemed to curl ad swirl downwards ceaselessly towards the damp, dreary basement. As we arrived at the cramped room occupied by the ancient vault, my comrade reached into his bottomless pockets, wiggling his hands around for a few seconds. He finally stopped and pulled out a small, decayed silver key. It was obviously the key to the treasure box. David glanced at me, smiling as he made his way to the damaged trunk. I wanted to follow him, but a mysterious feeling seemed to make me change my mind. I was shivering violently from fear and excitement. I saw him insert the key into the shaped socket of the lock, fitting it snugly within the hole. He turned the key, looking at me nervously. He began to pop the top off of the chest when an ear-piercingly shrill scream shattered through the silence of the sleeping house. I could only imagine my friend's face as he jolted past me and disappeared. I stood there, frozen. I looked around, wondering what I was still doing in the damp room then dashed up the stairs. David and I cowered in our room for the rest of the night, the door blocked by numerous large objects.
In the morning, David and I described our experience to everyone in bone-chilling detail. No one believed us. None of them had heard the deathly shriek from the night before.

The End