The Last House

Author bio : Zander Lives in Vermont and he is 12. Zander likes Five Nights at Freddie's and video games.

Blurb : The story is fake but the places and the characters are real.

“Let’s put the bikes here.”

“Are you sure we should be here, bro?” Questioned Zander.

“Dad has not told us for far too long,” replied Gavin.

“Because he does not want us to come here,” said Zander.

“Oh your such a pill Zander,” insisted Gavin.

“Dude we are breaking many rules right now,” Zander said.

“Dude chill, come on,” Gavin said.

“Well let’s get looking,” said Gavin.

“Eww, this is so gross there is cloth, and dirt, and smelly moldy."

“Someone needs to clean up their act,” said Zander.

“Hahahahaha good one. Ok I will go upstairs and you stay there,” said Gavin.

“At least there is sunlight and it’s not dark,” said Zander.

Zander gets his metal bar out, "Ok, well, let's start with the basics,” said, Zander.

“I have to keep my calm and carry on,” Zander said in his head.

“Wow, what-a-baby Zander is. Huh? Oh, a box. What is in it. Oh. My. God,” said Gavin.

“Rope this will be a great prize,” said Zander.

“Zander!!!” yelled Gavin.

“What,” said Zander.

“I found a cat poster!!!” yelled Gavin.

“You have got to be serious,” said Zander.

“Come on. We are going to go to the kitchen to look around, ok,” said Gavin.

“Ok nice not that bad, wow holy god. Who in the heck would just leave a big sharp piece of glass out in the, oh right this is an old abandoned house,” said Zander.

Is it me or did something just break?” Whispered Gavin.

“Nope, nope, nope,” exclaimed Zander, speed walking out of the house, blocking the door.

“How about we just leave,” said Gavin, but Zander was already long gone.

“Oh, come on,” shouted Gavin.