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When you see a red balloon just run the other way! I had no choice, it was close behind me. The only place I could hide was that ghoulish house on Brook Lane. I creeped up towards the porch slowly. I wanted to be silent, but that barely worked. Creeping up to the property sounded like dropping glass, a piercing sound. The crunch of the fallen leaves filled my mind with the same thought “Is this the end?”. The enormous black and brown spotted building in front of me never looked this terrifying. Up close it looked rotted and ancient. The house reminded me of myself, never loved. The porch made disturbing sounds. CCRREEAK! The sounds were made because of the rotting floor. I cautiously made my way towards the door, being as gentle as possible. Being careful to not break the floorboards. I was not in the mood for splinters. I was going to drag myself into the house but but, I couldn’t. The doorknob was extremely rusty, so rusty that it could cut my fragile skin in one small touch. The rust on the doorknob reminded me of my older sister's “dirty red” lipstick. At this point, I couldn't take it anymore. I could feel a flock of butterflies flying in my stomach, a drilling pain in my head, and throbbing in my hands. I ran as fast as my sore feet could take me, right out of this property. I stumbled upon upon all the dead plants and pieces of concrete that looked like it was ripped off of the road. I finally reached the end of the road. Everything went dark. My eyes open to a small light in a room made of crusty bricks. “This isn’t my room.”, I thought to myself. It was all a dream, I realized. But, why am I sleeping in the ghoulish house on Brook lane!?!?