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The House On Millcreek Lane

The sporty white convertible wound its way down the dark road. Most of the streetlights were out but occasionally a pool of dim light covered the road and dimly lit objects on the side.

“Wait! Stop the car,” yelled out Penny.

Chad hit the brakes and came to a stop. “What? What’s the matter?” he asked, turning down the stereo.

Penny pointed off the road. “Look at that house!” She was leaning halfway out of the car with her arm outstretched.

The house was dimly lit and shrouded by tall trees. It sat by itself. If the architect had tried to design the front of a house to look like a sad, old, entity he had succeeded. Its siding mottled by moss, mold, and peeling paint. Dark windows stared back at the car.

“Oh, yeah,” said Chad. “My dad said this place has been abandoned forever.

“We should totally spend the night here,” said Penny. “Maybe we’ll see ghosts or something. Think of the crazy young adult sex party we could have!”

Pam spoke up from the back seat. “For reals? You’d rather stay in a musty old house than hit the party at the beach?”

“With the rest of the group waiting for us?” asked Chad.

“And the beer?” added Mitka.

“And the music with the dancin’” added Pam, wriggling her hips.

“And the beer?” piped in Mitka, halfway on the floor.

“And besides, we can have sex on the beach,” said Chad.

“Somebody’s bringing vodka?” asked Mitka, slumped over the transmission hump.

Penny frowned slightly and sat back down. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go to the bonfire beach party!”

The stereo music was turned way up and Chad took off down the street.

And they all had a really nice time.

Except, it must be said, for Mitka who had a little too much drink and started spinning in circles letting his arms fly out and then bringing them back close to his body feeling himself slow down and speed up. Then he threw up. But he threw up in the water so it didn’t bother anyone except for a crab and some small fish.


The End