The Dare

I, Varun, Adithya and Shreenithi are thick friends. We are the most amusing 'hooligans' of our class, as our teachers say. We are widely known for our truth or dare laying skills. "Hey, Varun! When are we meeting at your house, da I have to inform the girls." "Hi, da. We will meet at 7 in my backyard. The first one to arrive will be the first to start. Tell them that too! Ok, see u later da!"

I was the first to arrive at his house, so I had to go first. Out of the ordinary, I chose dare. Varun took advantage of the situation and challenged me to stay in the haunted mansion near his house till late at night. I have told them several times not to play with my weakness and here they are again, challenging me to spend a night with ghosts when I'm scared of them.

I didn't have a choice but to do it. If I don't then they won't accept me as a friend. I sighed and took the long journey of 200m from his house to the mansion. I stood at the gate, thinking very hard if I should enter or not. Then suddenly I felt very cold. I couldn't stand straight. I felt my legs go numb and I had to fall on the gate. I was happy it didn't break. It looked very old and rusty.

The wind started blowing strongly with a whistling song, while it rained. I didn't want to get wet, so I had to enter the house. It was very old and dusty. Everything creeped me out. Nothing seemed right there.

There was a legend that a man named Jason lived in that house with his parents about a hundred years ago. Then suddenly outsiders attacked the city and his parents died in the crossfire. Jason wanted to avenge his parents' death. So, he gathered all the people who lost their beloved and innocent in the crossfire and attacked them.

They lost to the outsiders and everyone died. Jason, disappointed, angry, and embarrassed committed suicide in that mansion. It is still believed that his soul still roams in that place and kills everyone by making them suffer a horrible death if they enter the place.

My body shivered when I recalled the story. I was scared that the ghost might pound onto me and kill me. Then suddenly I felt very cold as I saw a shadow approaching me. It was very dark. I couldn't see its face. But I could see its deadly smile. As it approached me, I realised it was holding a knife, stained with blood. From its teeth, blood was drooling.

My mind told me to run as fast as I could, but my body was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't see its face at all. I felt myself fall to the ground, as I felt extreme pain in my neck...