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The Haunting Of Brickhold Manor

They laughed and giggled as they pushed through the front door. It was dark outside and it was darker inside even with the moonlight coming in through the large front window.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” laughed Nancy. “What is this place, anyway?”
Ted grabbed Nancy by the waist. “Oh, it’s the old Brickhold Manor,” he said. “Old lady Brickhold died years back and the place has just been sitting here ever since.” 

Nancy looked around the dilapidated living room. “It’s spooky,” she said, shrugging off Ted’s attempt to nuzzle her neck. 

“Yeah it is,” he agreed. “Look, there’s still a couch,” he said, giving her a playful push onto the couch. 

“Ew,” she said. “There’s probably black mold in here.” 

“We’ll worry about that later,” said Ted, sliding his hand up her leg, reaching for her skirt. 

She started to push his hand down. “Did you hear that?” she asked. 

“Hear what?” 

“It sounded like a moan, almost.” 

“Maybe that was you?” he asked. 

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t,” she said. “Listen!” 

Now Ted heard the noise. It sounded like, “Oooooooh, you will die,” and trailed off.

“Did you hear it?” asked Nancy.
“Yeah. It’s just the house settling.” 

“I’m pretty sure houses don’t threaten when they settle!” 

At that moment the front door slammed shut. 

Nancy jumped off the couch from underneath Ted and lunged at the door, trying to pull it open. 

“I can’t open it,” she gasped. 

“Maybe you’re not tugging hard enough?” 

“Then you try it!” 

Ted grasped the door handle and pulled. It wouldn’t move, but it didn’t look like anything was blocking it. He tried again and pulled with everything you had. The door opened a fraction of an inch. 

“Ha! I think I got it,” he said. 

The door slammed shut again, ripping itself from his grasp. 

“We gotta get out of here!” 

Ted made a dash for the stairs that led to the upper story, but he felt something grab him and pull him back.

“You can’t go upstairs,” cried Nancy, holding onto the back of his shirt. “Think of something else!” 

Ted looked around and saw an old wooden end table with a mildewed doily on it. 

“I got it!” He grabbed the table and hurled it out the front window. “Okay, out you go!” 

Nancy jumped out the window onto the dead bushes below it. She got a little cut on her leg which she wouldn’t have gotten had she been wearing jeans instead of, you know, kind of slutty with that mini skirt. Ted jumped out after her. They got back to their feet and ran down the street. 

Eventually, they made their way to a twenty-four clinic. Nancy got a Band-Aid for her leg. They asked about some kind of inoculation for black mold on account of almost having done it on a potentially moldy couch, but they were told there wasn’t an inoculation for that.And they never returned to the house again.

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