Earlier today, John and I were taking a walk in the outskirts of the town, when we saw an old house on top of a hill. I wanted to take a closer look at it, but John looked a little spooked, and mumbled something about not wanting to go there. I convinced him that there was nothing to be afraid of, it's just an old house which haven't been occupied for a while, though I …showed first 75 words of 1309 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1309 total…tried to get on my feet, but I just fell on the ground again. John helped me get to the railway station, and bought me a ticket. He had to go home, so he couldn't join me. Now I am sitting here in a couch, riding as far away from that spooky place as I can, but my legs are still aching. And what is that furry little creature in the corner of the couch?