The Girl in the Window Part 4
by Catherine P.
Joanne paced up and down her room, waiting impatiently for Maddy, who was meant to be coming over to discuss the “dead girl” situation. After twenty minutes Maddy was still not there, so Joanne decided to go over to Maddy’s to see what was going on.
Funnily enough, on the way to Maddy’s house, Joanne bumped into none other than Maddy herself, running round the corner.
“Joanne!” Maddy wheezed “I’m sorry, my sister was kicking up this big fuss over her new red shoes which she couldn’t find, so we all had to spend like ages looking for them!”
Joanne rolled her eyes, and as she did they landed on the Haunted House. Maddy looked too.
“We have to go in!” she said, smiling. Joanne shuffled her feet. “Do we have to?” she whined.
“You were the one bugging me about the ruddy house!” Maddy frowned “I thought you wanted to go in!”
“I said I wanted you to go, not the both of us!” Joanne scowled whilst Maddy sighed.
“You’re such a wimp, Jo!” she said “Do you want to find out about the girl or not?” Joanne hesitated, trying to decide whether or not she really did want to find out about Shannae. Before she could figure it out, she was already being dragged off towards the house.
“Maddy! Let go!” Joanne grumbled as she wriggled her wrist in Maddy’s grasp. Maddy didn’t let up; instead she held a firmer grip.
Joanne knew that when Maddy wanted something badly enough, she wouldn’t give up, no matter what. So she didn’t bother arguing any further.
When they reached the front door of the Haunted House, Maddy’s hand let go of Joanne’s and shot out to turn the handle. Then she hesitated. Joanne rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Maddy, make up your mind.” She said, but when Maddy turned the handle, she pulled her back. “You know that feeling when your chest tightens and your heart thumps?” Joanne looked at her feet awkwardly.
“Yes. It’s – hang on” Maddy rose an eyebrow “you’re not scared are you? You’re meant to be the brave one!”
“Well, now it’s your turn!” Joanne said sadly “I AM scared!” Maddy took her hand again, but in a friendly way this time.
“I know. I’m scared too” she smiled “We’re just about to enter a house that a girl died in! Who wouldn’t be?” Joanne smirked.
“Great that makes me feel heaps better” she said, as they entered the house.