There was something fishy happening. The ghastly voices sent chills down my spine. I was too terrified to go downstairs. What if someone was downstairs? I knew I had to go down at some point. I finally gathered enough courage to do it. I started walking along until the floor creaked. I froze. Two people ran up the stairs. One had an orange shirt on. The other was dressed fully in black. The orange one spoke first. He had a ghastly, deep voice. I ran out of my house. …When I went back in they were gone.