• You may think Dark house was haunted and no one has ever lived in 200 years. Well my friend, that is not quite right. In this house lives an old woman that is nothing but wrinkles and barely showing her brown eyes. Next, with her is Lila who was once a victim who became her assistant. Lila had soft brown hair which became rough brown hair and a cute adoring smile which turned to be a fustrated look. Every Halloween October 31, the old woman's birthday, children gladly went through the rusty gates of Dark House and into the front yard. Slowly the grand old doors opened and showed only the sillohette of the two figures. The happy little children who came to the age of [8-11] hopped closer to find candy in the person's hand. A screechy voice suddenly appears making the children look directly into her face. "Come my dears, there is many more where that came from," says the old woman. "Yes madam, these kids are looking forward to their treat," Lila snickers. "Shush Lila, you have became my victim and knew how it felt, am I right? Do not try again," Whoever knew what she meant? The kids walk closer three at a time. And cautiously goes into the house as the doors close behind them with a Boom The parents and gaurdians watch outside the gate for about 15 minutes worried of what might have happened. One man spoke in a low voice, "you know? We shouldn't have sent them in there. What trouble could happen?" The other adults look at him with shock, "Oh no! You don't mean they have been tricked do you?" cries a woman with black hair. "I am afraid," says a woman with her hair in a bun. She checks her watch, "oh dear, it has been 20 minutes since they entered. What exactly are they up to?" "I have a feeling we should call the police," says the same man. He quickly dialed 911 and told the league the problem. A few minutes later two police cars arrived and out came 4 cops looking around the neighborhood. "They are in there?" asks the first policemen. "I am afraid so," tells the woman with black hair. All the other 7 adults started complaining to the policemens. "Bad place, Dark House...remember when I was a kid," sighs the third policmen with a brown scraggly beard. "Get them out please!" the adults cry. "Let's go men," orders the first cop. They push open the rusty gates and enters the gloomy house scanning the the room till the doors slowly shut with a Bonk The adults glue their eyes to the Dark House, but in 32 minutes they never came back. "Oh no...." cry the adults as one's eyes start watering and another starts to sob.