This place had been abandoned for years, but there were always people who wanted to redevelop it. Every time a construction crew tried to start work, though, accidents would happen almost immediately, adding to the place’s reputation for being haunted.
Eventually, everyone decided there was something seriously wrong here, and no one dared touch it again.
A chill ran down Vinson Elliott’s spine, as if a cold breeze had swept right through him. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. But when he turned around, the grass behind him was perfectly still.
Was it just his imagination? Or was there really something unnatural about this place?
He wanted to bolt, to get as far away as possible, but all he could do was swallow his fear and look at Effie. “Effie, just say the word—I’ll do whatever you say.”
Effie replied, “Let’s go in and look for Nita.”
Randell turned to Effie. “You should stay out here. We’ll go inside.”
Effie glanced around at the overgrown lot, then shook her head. “No way. Standing out here alone is just as creepy.”
Randell hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, you’d better stick with us. But stay close and don’t wander off.”
“Okay.”
Thankfully, Randell and Vinson hadn’t come alone. With a group of people around—and since it was still broad daylight—the place didn’t seem quite as terrifying.
Effie pulled out her phone and tried calling Nita, but all she got was a busy signal.
With no sign of Nita anywhere, worry started gnawing at her.
Suddenly, she thought she heard a faint ringtone somewhere nearby.
She turned, meaning to say something to Randell and Vinson—only to realize they’d vanished. She stared, dumbfounded. Where did everyone go?
How could they just disappear in the middle of the day? Was she really seeing ghosts?
Effie’s hand shook from the impact, her wrist tingling with numbness as she clutched the stick.
She glanced over at Fidelia.
The man had torn Fidelia’s shirt, leaving her shoulder and chest exposed, skin glaringly white in the sunlight.
Fidelia finally snapped out of her daze, glaring furiously at Effie and shouting, “What are you staring at? Turn around!”
Effie scoffed. “Oh, please. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. We’re both women.”
“Effie, shut up!” Fidelia yelled, mortified.
She tried to straighten her tattered clothes, but there wasn’t much left to cover herself. “What are you even doing here?” she demanded.
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