The Strange House
There was an old house at the end of a quiet street. Nobody lived there, and nobody knew who owned it.
Every evening, a small light appeared in one of the upstairs windows. The strange thing was that the house had no electricity.
One rainy night, I decided to walk past the house. As I got closer, the light suddenly disappeared. Then I heard a soft sound coming from inside.
I stopped and looked at the window. For a moment, I saw a shadow behind the curtain.
I ran home without looking back.
The next morning, the house was completely dark again. But on my way to school, I found a small old key lying on the road.
I still don't know what it opens.
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