The shrieking
noise was coming from the big black house at the end of the street. Mr Miller
lived down the end of the street in that black house. Mr Millar had two sons
that died in a car crash and ever since then he’s been acting all strange. Oh
by the way my names Billy and was dared to go into the house for 20 seconds by
my friend Josh. I started to walk up the dark black driveway. As I walked up to
the door and opened it the noise stopped and the door locked on me.
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