The Creepy House Down Spooky Lane

By Kasey Lynn Carothers

Growing up together in a small town, two friends, now teenagers, have a history project to do. As they try and figure out what they should choose as the subject of their project, they stumble into a mystery. Discovering a new surprise in every turn of events, the girls get a history lesson of their own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781546218050

Kasey Lynn Carothers

Kasey is the middle child of five and grew up in a small town in north Florida. She attended Lafayette High School, where she played football during her ninth-grade year. She was on the flag team during her tenth-grade year. She graduated in 2002 with a grade point average of 3.1. In 2007 she married and is now the proud mother of five girls and one son. Growing up, Kasey was always exploring, climbing anything she could. She enjoys walking, doing things with her kids, and watching scary movies with family. She attends Cornerstone Baptist Church in Mayo, Florida, where she helps with the nursery when she needs to. She is always willing to be a friend and help when and in any way she can. Writing this book was a way of putting her imagination to good use.

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/27/2017

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CONTENTS

Part 1

The Creepy House Down Spooky Lane

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Part 2

Here We Go Again!

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

PART 1

THE CREEPY HOUSE DOWN SPOOKY LANE

1

H i! My name is Lacey Moore, and I am going to tell you a story about me and my best friend, Sarah O’Steen. It started on a cold, windy afternoon in a town called Avalon, which is located in Georgia. Sarah and I were walking home from school, which is two blocks from where we live. We have been best friends since preschool. Now we’re in high school together.

We had to do a project for our history class. What should we do for our project? asked Sarah.

What about the white Victorian house that everybody is talking about? I asked.

What about that house?

I heard a lot of people talking about it. I even heard it is haunted. They say if you listen real close, you can hear people yell for help, and if you look close enough, you can see shadows in the windows. Maybe we can find out its history and see who is haunting it—and why.

That would be a really good place.

So we headed toward the house. Let me call my mom so she will know where I am going to be. Sarah got out her phone and called her mom. My mom said it’s okay. If I want, I can go to your house and work on it tonight.

I asked to use her phone to call my mom. My mom said it is okay too. You are more than welcome to come over, I said as I handed the phone back to Sarah.

Let’s go through the cornfield. It will be a lot faster. I brushed my long black hair out of my face. We had to pass a small farmhouse to get to the cornfield. When we got to the field, we ran through it.

You look funny running with your short legs, said Sarah with a laugh.

What are you talking about? Your legs are shorter than mine! I responded, laughing too. At the end of the field, we noticed we had taken a wrong turn. Can you see which way to go? I asked.

No. I can’t see over the corn! said Sarah. We were lost. The wind started to blow, making whistling noises. A crow flew over our heads, cawing shrilly. One of the cornstalks touched the back of Sarah’s neck. She jumped and turned around to see what it was.

For a short girl, you really know how to jump. I laughed at her.

Where are we? asked Sarah. She continued looking around to make sure nothing else was going to touch her.

I don’t recognize any of this I said. But I know one thing—the whistling noise was louder, and we could hear the crow in the distance—I don’t like the sound of this.

When we finally got to the edge of the driveway that led to the house, I said, Look! There is somebody over there!

Where? There is nobody over there.

Yes, there is! I said pointing to the decrepit Victorian. We ran toward it; the white paint on its weathered siding was scratched and peeling, and the rickety porch was falling apart. The sight of the house gave me chills. At first glance, someone would think it was the house in House on Haunted Hill.

Help! a voice yelled.

That’s coming from the house, I told Sarah.

Should we call somebody? asked Sarah. She pulled out her phone, only to see it was dead.

I don’t have mine, I said. It was taken away after our last progress report. My history grade was not so good. We ran toward the house.

I am not going up there. That house looks like a house out of a scary movie, Sarah said, hiding behind me.

Just think! If we go up there and ask questions and then go back to my house and do our report, it will bring up my grade, and I can get my phone back, I said. We walked up the steps.

Hello. Are you okay? Sarah asked in a low, soft voice. She didn’t want to be too loud because she didn’t know what or who was in there. The old