Inside a Haunted House (Hour 5)

  I gasped. I could've sworn I'd seen  something. A shadow of some kind, moving, across the wall. I stood up and put my back against the wall, cursing. Everything had been so great in the last four hours! Well, except for the earthquake. And falling asleep in the haunted house during which time I could've been haunted or worse! The police could've found me trespassing and taken me to jail! And being in the haunted house! I swear, if I die, my friends will be the first people I haunt. I mean, don't get me wrong, they're great people and have always been there for me. They helped me hold a paintbrush in art class in second grade after I'd broken my hand. And we all had a matching locket with a picture of us inside. I grasped it in my hand now. I needed the good luck the locket gave me. And I am not being superstitious. Once, when I was on a plane, we were this close to crashing. I had held my locket tightly and we all made it out alive. From that point forward, I am terrified of airplanes and I never take off my locket. Like, never. Like, never ever. Like, even if the world was burning and the only way to save everyone was to take off my locket, I still wouldn't. Ok, no, in that case, I probably would. I definitely would. Unless it's a trap and we would all die either way. Then I wouldn't. I would rather die with my locket on, thank you.