Thread:Jrsushilover7/@comment-5570376-20121020235109/@comment-5335438-20130203134052

there's this old house about 4 blocks from my street and it scares even the ninth graders. My friend in 8th grade once told me an old lady named Marigold once lived n that house.He told me she inherited it after her dad died,but that she was still extremely poor.One day about in June 2 or 3 years ago she died in her house. pretty soon the place was popular for bets and stuff.One boy named Jackson i think was dared to go up there. Out of respect or something he dropped a dime in the bedroom because of how poor Marigold was. After that for 10 days he acted on edge. He was constantly sweaty at school and always turned his head around as if something was watching him. I went over to his house on the 7th day i think.He opened the door completely drenched in sweat.Normally this wouldn't surprise me because he plays basketball,but his eyes were SNOW WHITE instead of blue. He told me "Cesar you shouldn't have come seen me.She talks to me.The dime.She didn't want it.She hated it. Leave Cesar! GET OUT"

I never saw him outside of school again.