Everybody said the old Bosworth mansion was haunted ..

but I never believed them. I didn't believe in ghosts, or monsters or demons. As i look back at that night so long ago i still dont know what happened. I don't know how we got out of that house i dont know what to think. The world works in funny ways.
             It was a high school dare to go stay at the Bosworth mansion Halloween night. We all knew the history of the place. It was built in 1820 by the richest man in the county for his wife. Mr. and Mrs. Bosworth lived in and loved that house. It was the envy of the whole town. Mr. Bosworth died when he was eighty three, Mrs. Bosworth was devastated. One morning she was found dead, with a knife in her heart and a suicide note in her hand. Mr. and Mrs Bosworth loved their house and they never left it.
        In the year 1900 the old and decaying mansion was rebuilt by a wealthy business man and his large family. They lived there for a year and then that winter they never came out. Nothing was seen of them in the spring. A police investigation found the whole family dead, of unknown causes sitting in chairs.
         So there we were Halloween night inside that old drafty cold house. all sleeping upstairs in an old bedroom. The cobwebs hung from the dark dusty ceiling like curtains and the curtains hung from the windows like cobwebs. There were five of us all alone in this huge house. We were trying to sleep but i don't know how many of us were. i was too busy listening to sounds far off in the house holding my breath in spite of myself. I was scared.
            Thats when i heard something that made my heart jump to my throat. What sounded like a hand slapping hard against a wall came from somewhere downstairs. Maybe even the base meant. My whole body became cold. Everyone else was awake.
    "What the hell was that?" whispered jimmy, his eyes were wide. Dan, the kid next to me started the breath fast. The next thing i knew the lights (which we assumed were broke) were going on and off like lightning. Every door in the house was slamming, every last one. And the air hung with the awful smell of rotting meat. It was rancid, penetrating deep into our lungs. Every last one of us ran for the door of the bedroom.
     I did't know what to do but run. and then everything stopped. The lights the doors the smell. The only thing now was the crying of someone. At first i thought it was one of us, but it was coming from the base meant and coming up the stairs. We watched in horror from the upstairs landing as a young girl emerged form the basement. She was dressed in a white dress and covered in blood. she looked at us and she had no eyes. Then full blast came back the smell of rotting meat. and she screamed. We watched as she rotted before our eyes. Someone behind me threw up and we ran out of the house past the girl and into the street.
       From that night on, after i started talking to people again and stopped crying randomly in public i knew that what i saw that night was a ghost, or a family of ghosts. Two years later the house burned down on haloween. I watched with half the town as it happened, Through the burning worded pillars and windows i watched as something i still don't know what ran back and forth silently screaming.