2 New House

Abby's house looked old and abandoned. An assortment of soda cans scattered the floor, and the walls seemed like they came straight out of a movie from the 1940s with a floral design. "This house definitely needs to be remodeled..." Abby said. "Don't worry, we'll fix it up in no time." said her mother uncertainly. Abby kicked a can of beer aside so that she could walk up a set of stairs on the left side of a hall by the front door. The stairs seemed uncertain, and the walls by it were cramped, but Abby made it upstairs without any of the stairs breaking under her weight. She searched around for a light switch when she got to the top of the staircase, and finally managed to flick the light on. The room she was standing in looked old-fashioned, but it was the best room she'd seen so far. There was a victorian-styled bed strewn in the middle of the wood floor. It was a decently large full-bed with a rusted bed-frame. There were no blankets or sheets. Abby grabbed a hold of the bed-frame, thinking she could move the bed over so she would be able to place her sleeping bag in the middle of the room. She swore loudly as a couple spiders emerged from under the bed towards her. Abby heard her mother walking up the stairs, probably to ask her why she was making so much noise. "Are you ok, Abby?" she asked, still walking up the stairs. Abby froze. Something didn't seem right about her mother's voice. She didn't respond, but she looked down the staircase, and nothing was there. "Mom?" Abby yelled quietly. "What is it? Do you want to help me clean out the living room?" her mom said, laughing. Abby ran down the stairs and went to her mother's side. "You look shaken." she said, clearly worried about Abby's terrified expression. "D-Did you call for me to come down the stairs?" Her mother looked confused. "No.." she replied.