It all started when we went to Texas. It was in down town Houston, a huge mansion with a sign saying ‘Haunted’. My mom loves to get spooked but she didn’t know what was coming up. When we creaked open the door shivers ran up my back. Next we were in a room with lots of doors. Right then paint balls were falling from the ceiling. Drenched, we left.
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