My little cousins decided to show me around there small town in New York. They took me everywhere they could think of. On our way home they stopped to look at a forest. They told me on the other side was an old house. I didn't believe them and wanted to see for myself. They grabbed me by the arm when I started walking towards it and told me the story of Danny Dean who went there and never came back. I knew they were making this up so I went to see what it really was about when I noticed my cousins were sprinting home. I followed a trail and in the distance I see a field. When I arrive I notice the house is worn down, old, and very creepy. I am carefully walking towards this house. A window makes a crkkkkkk sound and I hear a little girls laugh. I dart out of that place as fast I can move. Never again will I visit the old house in the woods.
