Haunted House

Me and my sister had been so bored during lockdown, we decided to go on an adventure. So we went to a haunted house. One of the dumbest ideas in dumb history. I barely made it out alive, but Hayley, my sister was fine. As we walked up to the house, an eerie sense came over me. But we still walked towards it. We entered through the rusty old metal door, and realised this wasn't the greatest ideas in history. But we still went on. We walked up the broken wooden stairs and I almost fell through one of the steps. Upstairs was an attic, with 2 beds on each side of the room. It was something like a guest bedroom, maybe were someone stayed for the summer. The window was broken, so we jumped out of it, and climbed up to the platform on the roof, one that we saw as we walked down the drive. We sat up there for hours and hours, not doing a thing but staring at the sun set. Then we heard footsteps behind us, so we jumped down so quickly from the platform that I broke my leg. I couldn't get out of there on my own, so Hayley had to drag me out of the place, and all the way home. That was the craziest night of my life. And I will never go back there and neither will my sister. But our friends did, and they never came back. Now all I hear at night is footsteps, and loud screams of my friends, and an occasional flash of a light outside my bedroom window. I think I'll be paranoid for life.