Sanctum 13: A Short Story

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As they say "Common sense is genius dressed in its working clothes". But I apparently don't have any common sense, nor am I wearing any working clothes. Because here I stand in front of the old decrepit entrance to one of this town's most well-known amusement park, Sanctum 13. It's not well-known for anything good. It's this town's ghost story. Like how everywhere there's always that place that's rumored to be haunted with a million deaths and disappearances, you know, the good stuff. But even though I don't believe in any of the stories that surround this place it doesn't make it any less creepy. Who honestly wants to go into a place that's been left to die on its own anyway? Yet here I am shaking, scared to go, but knowing …show more content…

I'm thinking about it now, how I really should have just chickened out. It's not like the others haven't don't it for things far smaller than trespassing into an abandoned park that's rumored to be haunted. But even as I'm thinking this I know exactly why I did it. I wanted his attention on me. I know that I'm acting like a 12 year old girl. Constantly worrying if my crush will ever like me how I like him. But unlike all those girls who at least have a possibility. I have none. All because I made the mistake of getting a crush on my childhood best friend. While I'm walking and the sun is slowly setting behind me, I wish for this night to go quickly. So I can go back to my normal life of pining for my best friend and playing truth or dare in one of the five of ours house. Cause I'd honestly rather have a pretty boring life than one where every nights like what I think this one will be. Me being completely scared, not sleeping at all, and panicking over every sound I hear and movement I see. I just want to get this over

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