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Fun House

Fun House

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It was just like in the storybooks; the house on the corner of the street. Creepy and dark, with overgrown weeds and shrub breaking through the walkway, all leading up to the house. The bright green shudders were broken and falling apart, glass from the shattered windows in pieces under the frames scattered all over the ground. The roof was caved in, looking like it was ready to fall into the spiral staircase inside the entryway that could be seen through the big glass front door. Paint chipping and rust-covered everything. The big house had been abandoned for years; local residents avoid it, neighbors don’t even look in that direction. It had an eerie feeling around the whole property, but maybe that’s because nobody really knows exactly what happened to the people that lived there. Rumors of all sorts spread like wildfire through the town. Some say the family was murdered by a stranger, some say the kids did it and took off, never to be seen again. The most recent rumor is the parents killed their kids, buried the bodies somewhere in the house, and left everything behind.

Emily and Blake grew up in that neighborhood and always had a curious fascination with that house. There was something that drew them close but never could pinpoint the reason. Always wanting to play in the yard or ride their bikes in the big, open gravel driveway that ran along the side of the abandoned building.

Until one day, their curiosity peaked and they decided to go inside. Nobody they know has ever had the nerve to walk up to the door, let alone walk through it. Hand in hand, brother and sister walked up the front walkway and paused when they reached the steps up to the porch and glanced at each other. Together they took a deep breath, walked to the door, and Blake reached for the knob. But before he could grab it, the door to the empty house opened and a woman was standing there, smiling from ear to ear. “Children! You’ve finally found your way home!”

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    Celsie Nace-Shell
    --Author-- Celsie Elizabeth Nace was born in So. Cali in November 1988. She is a single mother of 3 kids; 2 girls, 1 boy. She's always written for fun, but as she started to find herself after leaving her husband of 12 years, writing has become a bigger part of her life. Starting as journals, it took off from there; disturbing mini stories, cliffhanger paragraphs and twisted thoughts. Singing/performing, cooking, shooting guns/bows and arrows, watching scary movies with her oldest daughter Chloe, singing/art with her younger daughter Caycee and throwing knives with her son Colten are some of her favorite things to do in her spare time. She takes residence with her parents and kids in Southern Oregon, always looking for adventures and new places to travel. Special thanks to my Parents for always allowing and providing me the opportunity to try new things and choose what I truly want to accomplish and design my own path to fulfill my greatest desires in life. For never saying that I wasn't good enough to do something and always being my #1 fans through everything. Special thanks to my Minions; Chloe, Caycee and Colten for always letting me break when Momma needs to break, for wanting me to read you my stories, for being humans that I am so proud to call mine and I couldn't love anymore than I already do. Thank you for being the 3 best things I have ever created, or ever will create and thank you for making me feel like the best mom ever; even on my weakest days. Special thanks to Krista for being my rock, safe place, right hand man, and best friend through so much. For introducing me to The Minds Journal, where I got my start as a published author for my creations and writing. For believing in me and pushing me just enough for me to believe I can too. Special thanks to Michael for the amazing gift that made it possible to make it to the point to have the opportunity to take my writing to the next level and beyond. For being a huge support, never steering me in the wrong direction and keeping me level headed through the teeter totter we've been through.
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