THE HAUNTED HOUSE (1)

There was an old stone house in Bill’s street. It was empty. It was big, and there were many trees and bushes around it. But the yard was full of weeds and grass.
I saw a light in the old house,” Bill said to his friend Peter.
“Oh, that’s impossible,” Peter said. “Nobody lives there.”
“Yes, I did,” said Bill. “there was alight in one of the windows. I saw it last night.”
“Let’s look at the house,” Peter said. The boys went to the house. There was a high fence around the yard. The gate was locked. They couldn’t open it. Let’s go home,” whispered Peter. “I want to go inside,” Bill said. He found a tree near the fence. He climbed the tree and jumped over the fence. Peter jumped over, too. They walked across the yard. The gras was very tall. Peter fell down.
“Are you hurt ?” Bill asked.
Peter got up,”I’m all right,” he said. “But let’s go home.”
“let’s look inside,” Bill said.
There was a big porch. They went up the steps. But the windows were locked, too. The boys couldn’t get into the house. They walked around it.
“Let’s go home,” Peter whispere again.
“Why are you whispering ? Are you afraid?” asked Bill.
“I’m not afraid. But we shouldn’t be here. Maybe there are ghosts here.”
“Ghosts !” Bill said. He laughed.
Bill tried to open the back door. It was not locked.
“Look !” he said.
He went inside. Peter followed him. They walked across the room. The house was very quiet.
They heard the door slam. Bill ran to the door. He tried to open it. It was locked.