Haunted House (Acciona)

The building looked like a death trap, though in all fairness, just about everything looked like a death trap to Acciona. A small, but persistent voice in the back of her mind told her she shouldn’t be here, that she should turn around and go back, forget that she ever stumbled into this clearing, forget she ever saw that foreboding structure. She a moment she was rooted to the spot, debating. Cation warred against curiosity, but even more than that, there was a desire she hadn’t realized laid within. A desire to be something more than the frightened little girl she’d always felt like. She wanted to be bold, to be brave, and so, against her better judgement, she approached. Her steps were careful and slow, wondering if this was actually a first step towards bravery, or if it was just plain stupidity. There was only one sure way to find out though. Afraid or not, she was doing this.