I was hesitant and tense. I was sure that if it went wrong my mother wouldn't let me go out. “Come quickly, otherwise we will seem suspicious to the others,” Hilda said, taking my hand. “Do you really want to do this? I have a bad feeling. " I said. "I promise nothing will happen. You've seen me many times. It would be a lot more fun than it sounds. You see, that house seems small and uninhibited. I will go inside and find something to guard our spirits. You don't need to enter. All you have to do is wait outside. Hilda said. Hilda was very insistent on this point. Then we walked towards the house and made sure no one was watching us. The path leading us to the house was full of small rocks, unwanted weeds and grass were growing in abundance. I looked at the ceiling of the house. The roof looked worn, had many patches and holes. We went out onto the porch. The cobwebs suspended from the ceiling covered our faces like the guards of the house. That was the sign that no one lived here at least for some time. As we continued walking on the porch, he began to tremble as if he would collapse at any moment. Many of the wooden planks were weak; some of them were eaten by hungry insects. We were eager to know what was inside. There were no windows in the front. Then we reached the door. Hilda knocked on the door twice as a precaution. There was no response. Then he turned the handle clockwise and counterclockwise. It made a creaking sound but was locked. So we decided to walk around the house to see if there was a way in. We noticed that a lower window that overlooked the vacant lot was broken. Shards of glass lay here and there. He took a peek inside and said, “Look, there are a lot of things.” I looked inside. It was the living room... middle of paper... where we would like to go and why we were here and what happened to my friend. She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped her and said we were following our friend. The other day, when we took her shopping, she said her mother wouldn't let her go out. But today we saw her traveling on the same tram we were on, alone, and she got off on this street. So we decided to follow her to find out what she was doing. The policeman stopped me there with his words “did you find out?” We were about to do so, but some stupid dogs gave chase and then Hilda fell, hitting the rock hard. So I gave up. He didn't ask any further questions, so I felt I did a great job lying to him. Hilda shook my hand, I looked at her and saw happiness and amazement in her eyes. For the first time I felt so happy with what I did. Thereafter we decided to put an end to all such activities.