Every kid in the town of Kasoville knew about the old abandoned mansion on 33rd street. Everyone wondered what was inside. The last family to live there, or so the rumors told, had all been killed on the same night. The police had found the bodies in the giant oak tree in the front yard, all six of them impaled through the chest on one of the higher branches. If you went to the graveyard, you could still read the faded epitaphs on the Mason’s headstones. Randy’s older brother, Mark, would frequently tell him stories about the place. According to him, the Masons’ ghosts still haunted the premises.
Randy was biking home from school one day, and decided to take a detour to pass in front of the mansion. Slowing down, he stared at the old building as he went by. Then he got an idea. What if he were to be the first one to ever explore the inside, and then told the whole town about it. He would be a hero to all the other kids. They would all respect him. He put on the brakes and pulled up to the old, rusty iron gate. He dismounted his bicycle, let it fall to the ground, walked up the gate, and gave it a shove. As it swung open, the hinges squealed loudly
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