The Haunted Barracks

by Tylar
(Carson City, Nevada, U.S.A)

One day my best friend Brigette and I where walking from my house to her house when we came across an old trail that appeared to lead directly to her house. "It looks like a short cut," she said, "Lets follow it."

"Okay," I said. "This trail will probably have us to your house before we know it, let's go!"

We started walking through the forest and when we were halfway through we came to a fork in the road. "Which way do we go?" I asked. "

It looks as if it will be getting dark soon, and you know what happens in the forest at night don't you?" she asked me.

"No, what?" I asked.

"You mean you never heard--" Her words where cut off by distant music that sounded as if it was getting closer!

"Do you hear that?" I asked.

"Rruuunnn!!!!" she screamed.

We started running down the trail to the left which lead to the old grounds. Straight ahead were the new barracks, and to the right was Brigette's house. But, we didn't know that and went towards the old haunted barracks! We ran and ran until we reached an open area with old fuel tanks and picnic benches, and right in the center was the old Barracks used for civil war veterans during the war.

"OH, NO" cried Brigette. "We're at the old barracks."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"YES, THATS BAD," she cried.

"Oh, how bad exactly?" I asked.

"This place is awfully haunted," she answered.

"Great! Just what I needed. Death at 9," I said. Just then Brigette had an idea. She told me to get the keys I'd just found on the ground and go try the lock. So I did and what do you know it popped off! She told me we should hide in there, because the music was still getting closer. SO we quickly opened the door and went in side.

"It stinks in here," I said.

"It smells like dead people," she said.

"What if there are dead people in here," I said. "Dead people who are dead"!

Just then we heard scratching on the walls. We ran up stairs, "What was that?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Brigette. All of a sudden the windows started to rattle, the doors started opening and slamming, the house shook and there was scratching on the walls again. We started to run down the stairs but the grand railing shifted and sent us flipping on to the old sofa.

We got up and ran for the door. We had to get out of there. We got to Brigette's house just as the sun went down.

"Lets never go back there again," said Brigette.

"Agreed," I said.

And we kept our word, we never said a word to anyone or thought about or spoke of it or ever went back there again.