Sera's pov.
It all starts with a dare.
Margo and I are currently walking down the road when she points towards the old house on Ashton Hill.
“I bet you a hundred dollars that you can't go inside,” she laughs.
I turn my eyes to the house. There have been myths surrounding it and although I don't particularly believe in myths, I have always been curious to check out if it was true or not.
“Whatever,” I shrug and start walking towards the gate. Margo panics and calls me back, shouting that she was joking about the bet but I was far gone in my mind. Before I know it, I’m already climbing over the rusted gate.
The house has been empty forever, and no one has dared to venture inside for a long time.
“He only comes out at night,” the stories say. “He feeds on girls who don’t know better.
