It was a pitch-black night. The full moon was shining on the cold stone wall of Miss Murphy?s abandoned house. I crept up gingerly and cautiously opened the creaky door. Little did I know what awaited me? As I stepped into the hallway I suddenly saw a corpse hanging from the ceiling. It had "666" etched on its skull. I shook with fear when I noticed my grandmother's ruby ring on the corpse's finger.

Trembling with fear I approached the corpse. Slowly I raised my gaze to look more closely at the face. With knees knocking I realised it was indeed my granny. But how did she come to be here? What possible connection could she have with Satanic Sacrifice? Stepping backwards on creaking floorboards, I turn swiftly and ran to the door, only to find it had locked. I walked up the stairs, now panic-stricken. I saw children?s handprints on the wall in the dreaded colour. A chilling eerie voice whispered through the air, "You're next!"

I was frozen with fear as the voice whispered again but louder. I took one step back when suddenly I heard the tempest from outside. I went down stairs trying to escape. I ran into the kitchen. There was nothing there. I went back into the hall. There was still someone following me. I used to think I was fearless but I guess everyone is frightened of some thing. "I'm not going to survive"? I said to myself. But I'm going to have to try. I went into the sitting room and there was my granddad also hanging with 666 carved on his head. I was terrified so I got a vase that was lying on the table. I smashed the window in the kitchen and ??

Paralytic with fear I felt cold hard hands grab me from behind. Slowly I turned around and there he was the man who had killed my grandparents. He was tall thin dressed in black wielding a knife. I was pulled to the kitchen floor. "Let go!" I cried. The voice answered. "You have a choice, fight or die! Pick a weapon."I picked an axe. We fought for what seemed like hours .He aimed at my face, I ducked and with one blow I struck him on the back of the head. I was about to strike another blow when he disappeared in a puff of smoke. When the dust had settled to my horror the figures 666 were burnt into the floor!

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