Hello?

The old door creaked as I pushed it open. Nothing moved inside. Light from the doorway illuminated an old table covered in dust.

'Hello?' I called out.

Silence.

I stepped inside, making sure the door was propped open. Something about that house creeped me out. I tried to tell myself the stories weren't true, but every tiny bump set my pulse galloping.

'Hello?' I said again.

Nothing.

'Hello?' I peered into the old drawing room, but found it empty.

'Hello?'

'Hello?'

'Hello?'

'HELLO?'

'HELLO?'

'HELLO?'

'HELLO?'

This short story was taken from my forthcoming book - 'Breaking into Old Houses and saying 'Hello.''

A joke for a Wednesday

I have a never-say-die attitude.

Which is probably why I failed GCSE German.