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He cursed himself for accepting the dare.  He never believed in ghosts or haunted houses. He thought it was an easy way to make a few bucks if he spent a night in a haunted house.  
 
Now he found himself in the most deserted house of the small town, reputed to be haunted.  He had lain on his camp bed and hoped sleep would come soon.  Certainly, he did not relish the pitch darkness of the house or outside it.
 
Without any rational explanation he found himself hovering between nowhere and the balcony.  He saw all the houses of the town light up in a flash of multiple lightning.  It seemed to him as if the whole town trembled as an earthquake rippled below the ground.  The balcony seemed to disintegrate, and he found himself falling, falling, and falling right down into an abyss.
 
He wanted to cry in alarm. Sweat oozed out from all over his body. He woke up on the camp bed.  He tried to get up but found himself paralyzed.  The darkness engulfed him like a bed cover. Suddenly he thought he saw a flash outside the bedroom in the corridor.  Lightning?  He had no way of knowing.  
 
Finally, he found he could move his hand and grasp the bottle of rye.  The liquid seared his throat.  It was not easy to drink as he laid flat on his back.  The heat was now intense, and he sweated profusely.  He tried in vain to pull up the bed sheet to try and wipe his face.  The only thing that moved was his heart that was pumping away like mad.  Relax.  No ghosts about.  It was only in the mind.  Tomorrow he would gain those extra bucks.
 
It was then that he felt something moving over his body.  In the pitch darkness he could not see what this could be.  Suddenly a pair of malevolent eyes glared at him out of nowhere, seemingly without a face.  Then he heard the growl.  He wanted to scream but could not.  Sweat poured down his face and his heart pumped away like a rocket propelled to hell.
 
His friends found him next day, cold dead, a small cat sitting on his chest.
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