They had heard lots of doubtful accounts about the haunted house in Edinburgh. Someone for example had told, that the gate in front of the house had opened automatically, although there had not been any operational system in the house, because it had been empty for decades. And when he had returned his traces in the snow had run off, although it had not been snowing for hours. Other people told, that all the stories were rubbish, there was not even a haunted house. So Ron and Dave decided to get to the bottom of those stories. They were two curious young guys anyway. They found out that the haunted house was placed – if it was true - in a forest uptown of Edinburgh and set off.
It was already getting dark, when they entered the forest. It was a little eerie, unusually calm. They did not hear any noise, no birds, nothing. They held off for a second and looked each other, but then they went on.
“Is that exiting, isn ´t it?”, Dave asked.
“Oh yes. Do you think, we ´ll find that house?”
“Yes, I think so.”
After they had been walking and searching for about twenty minutes, they had not found any house, yet.
“All nothing more than fucking stories”, Ron grumbled. Suddenly his mobil phone rang.
“Who is that?”, he asked nerved, got his phone out of his pocket and looked on the display.
But the displayed name of the caller let him freeze. “SATAN is calling”, was being displayed.
“Hey, what ´s up with you?”, Dave asked.
“D...Dave...l...l...look”, Ron stuttered and showed his phone. Dave got frightened, too, and then he started to laugh.
“What the hell is so funny?”, Ron asked. Dave took his mobil phone and grinned.
“Is it easy to take the piss out of you. I took your phone out of your pocket, then I have changed my name into SATAN, and then I have called you. And you have not noticed anything”, he giggled.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD”, Ron yelled angrilly.
“You make it very easy for thieves”, Dave said grinning.
“Fuck off”, Ron grumbled.
“Come one, don ´t be offended, that was just a joke.”
After Ron had calmed down, they continued their quest. About ten minutes later, Dave ´s phone rang. He looked at Ron.
“It ´s not me”, Ron said. Dave looked on the display. SATAN is calling.
“Haha, very funny.”
“No that is NOT me, here look at my phone. I am not calling. That is one of your tricks, again.”
“No”, Dave answered with a low voice. “What shall I do now?”
“I don ´t know. Do not answer, let the phone ring.”
“No, I can ´t do that. I have to answer, and we have to find out, what he wants.”
“Okay, than answer.”
For a moment they looked each other, then Dave answered. “Hello?” |
The haunted house