WOOPING IT UP
While Tara and I were out walking the grounds of the Bed and Breakfast that first night we were sure we heard some screams. Or we thought we were sure. We were in town to see the Detroit Pistons play and were excited about that. We thought that maybe other people were too, so they were partying and screaming and wooping it up. We couldn’t have been more wrong. The night had turned foggy and we had gotten ourselves lost on the the 20 or so acres that the Bed and Breakfast sat on. It was no big deal, I thought. But in the back of my mind I was wondering about those screams. They didn’t sound like party screams. I also told myself that I was jumping to conclusions, and that my imagination was running away with me. Tara didn’t say much, and was very quiet as we walked one path and then another trying to find our way back to the old house. The house was build in the 1800’s, and was rumored to be haunted, but I never worried about ghosts – I worried about the live ones. Still, we were in a remote setting outside of Ann Arbor. We finally found our way back to the old house and it was empty. Jim and Sue, as well as Oscar and Mr. Callahan were missing. Tara and I looked at each other and thought about every bad ripper type horror flick we had seen, and this one seemed to be real. We called out. No answer. Then the big front door slammed shut and locked us in.
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