Just Eight Hours
You can do this. It’s only for one night. Eight hours inside the house and you walk away with a thousand dollars. The best part? You don’t even have to do it alone. Stacy is here with you. We’ve been friends for seven years now, anything we do together is destined to turn out well. It’ll be just like any of our other sleepovers; only slightly more haunted. Eight hours. One thousand dollars. A fair trade, given everything that is at stake. Funny to think that just two weeks ago I would have sworn I’d never step foot in this house, or in any haunted house. My friends and family say I’m paranoid. My coworkers have commented on how I can be jumpy. My five-year-old cousin says I’m a scaredy cat. But honestly, I think I’m the only reasonable one around. There are thousands of things in the world that we can’t explain or find reasons for, and those things are better off left alone. I don’t care if ghosts are real or not, they can stay in their houses, and I’ll stay in mine.