Alan and I studied the abandon house on our way home from school. Set above a steep street on a narrow footpath, the house never changed. Curiosity has us stopping to tie an already tied shoe just so one of us could spy a way into the house. When we found a car sitting in a garage, its tires flat and cracked with age, we discovered a path up to the house.
Looking both ways, Alan slipped into the walk beside the garage and up the steep path to the house. I went next. In silence, we surveyed the yard. Then nodding toward stairs leading to a back door, we moved. At the top of the stairs Alan pushed open the door, and we leaned into a tiny kitchen. Time stopped. Alan and I looked at each other. I held my breath and shut my eyes. I could feel Alan’s trembling hand grab my arm, pulling me backwards with a jerk.
Writing Prompt ~ 160 characters–In my case it turned into 160 words (I should have slept in this morning.) that would either elicit or express fear.