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Submitted to Contest #321
(This story might scare some people) The wind rattled the shutters of the old Whitmore house, a place most of the children in town dared each other to step foot inside. Its roof sagged, its windows were stained with age, and the garden had grown into a tangle of thorns and brambles. Nobody had lived there for decades, or so people said.Fourteen-year-old Lila crouched by the rusty gate, her backpack heavy on her shoulders. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears. She wasn’t supposed to be here—her mom had forbidden it—but the Whitmore house ...
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