Haunted Cliche House

I crept like a thief in the dead of the night, until the eerie, abandoned house was staring back at me, my distorted reflection as pale as a ghost in the shattered window. Last night, my partner in crime, Joe, bet me a small fortune to stay an hour in the haunted house down the block. So, I was ready to go in guns blazing, but then I stood there, as still as a statue, shaken like a baby. I was paralyzed by fear, not knowing what horrors may lay beyond the front door of that spine-chilling building. Sadly, though, money doesn't grow on trees, so I was forced to overcame my fears of this house and walk into the possessed home, not prepared for what was about to happen. Tell my family I love them, I thought to myself, when all of a sudden, I heard a frightening noise ring through the darkness, making me jump with panic. Scared out of my wits, I ran like the wind out of that god forsaken house, never looking back. I believe I should learn from my mistakes, like this one, and stay out of trouble when it's late at night. Just like my grandma used to say, "If you wanna soar with the eagles during the day, you cant hoot with the owls at night!"