0:10 This is beneath the bed. Kid at school
0:12 said the old house on the hill was full
0:16 of ghosts. The kids dared me to visit
0:21 the house. They dare me to visit at
0:25 night. They dared me to visit
0:29 every room. I begged my sister Beth to
0:32 go with me. After I asked five times,
0:39 "Okay." Beth and I walked up to the
0:42 house. The wind howled.
0:47 "Bth?" Beth said, "John, I'm scared."
0:51 "Me, too," I said. But if we don't do
0:53 this, the kids at school say we're scared
1:00 cats. We walked up the porch steps. The wood
1:00 wood
1:04 moaned. It was like it was warning us to
1:08 stop. The house felt alive. I pushed the door
1:09 door
1:25 inside. In the kitchen, dusty dishes sat
1:26 on the
1:29 table. In the living room, the sofa was
1:31 covered with a
1:34 sheet with a sheet. In the library, a
1:38 book sat open like it was waiting for a reader.
1:40 reader.
1:42 There was only one room left to visit,
1:44 the attic
1:49 bedroom. Beth and I went up, up,
1:56 up. The dark bedroom was cold, damp, and
2:00 dark. Two tiny lights glowed beneath the
2:03 bed. Beth grabbed my hand. "Those lights
2:08 look like eyes," she whispered.
2:10 The chain hung from the ceiling. My hand
2:13 shook as I took
2:16 it. The lights filled the room. The doll
2:19 set. A doll sat beneath the bed. Beth
2:22 giggled. They're eyes, she said. They
2:25 are only the small painted eyes on an old
2:27 old
2:30 doll. There are no ghosts in this house,
2:34 I said smiling. That's right, the doll
