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!”