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The Incinerator.

In a basement within an old, abandoned house, there was a small incinerator. One day three boys entered the house to leave their mark there. They explored all of the rooms, laughing and vandalising things. One of the boys stumbled through a crack in the floor all of a sudden! He broke his leg and couldn't move. Another boy felt something touch his leg. When he looked he fell through the floor and broke his arm. The final boy wanted to leave and abandon the others, as he was really spooked. As he got to the door something pushed him at huge force. He slammed into the opposite wall and fell through the floor straight into the incinerator. The other two boys saw him fall and screamed. The second boy stood up and helped the first one using his good arm. They hobbled over to the incinerator. No one was in there.

"Should we go in?" The boy with the broken leg asked his friend. "No way! Let's get out of here!" The other yelled. They turned and instantly saw a little girl looking at them. "Look behind you!" she smiled sweetly, but her eyes were filled with malice. One of the boys turned. The other was too scared.

A horrible burned body was floating above the incinerator. It moved around and attacked the boy who had turned! It turned the living boy into a bloody carcass. The remaining boy screamed and ran out of the basement. The last thing he saw as he left was a little girl smiling at him. "Come back to me..." Her dress was crimson with blood.