13 Snake Street, Turtle Town

13 Snake Street, Turtle Town
Malena Vazquez Bianchini

The attic. The darkest of places. So dark, even monsters don’t dare to step foot in there.

Gizmo was new to Turtle Town. Too new to know… She had just bought house number 13 on Snake Street. No one had lived there, since the family who did, vanished on a late night on the 13th of June.

As Gizmo had just settled to bed with her sausage dog Ketchup, she heard footsteps. She jumped out of bed, her body invisible in the pitch black of the night. She snatched a torch from her desk and grabbed at the door.

Once she was in the dark corridor, click: she turned on her torch. The darkness was soon filled with light of courage. She walked down the corridor, creak by creak.

As she did, the noises were getting louder and louder.

When she could hear the noise was right above her she looked up. The roof plate was out of place and there were dents on the floor below. She picked up a nearby mop and poked the roof and as she had hoped, the plate opened up and let down a group of steps that led up into the attic.

She slowly climbed up into the attic. That’s when she heard that the footsteps were not just one pair, but three! Gizmo looked down onto the floor and saw that not too far from her current position were 6 marks on the dusty floor which were completely clean. They were shoe prints! And they were getting closer!

Gizmo screamed and then felt herself start falling. She was falling through the newly broken floorboards! Then she felt something big and cold grip her hand. The next moment, she was back safely on the attic floor, lying on her belly.

She stood up to see three ghosts. A man, a woman and a young girl, about 6 years old. They had saved her from near death! She ran to them and hugged them. They weren’t very nice to hug as they were cold and moist but they had saved her life.

That’s when, out the corner of her eyes, she saw a painting of the family who had lived in the house before. The three people in the painting were the same as the three ghosts she was hugging. They were the family that had disappeared! From then on, nobody was scared of the 13th house on Snake Street.

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