Writing: Story

Steve turned his back on them and walked slowly into the house.
"Are you gonna let him do it?", asked the youngest whilst Steve crossed the doorstep. "It's just a story, Sam. Your brother's going to be allright alright", answered Martin. The boys laughed at him but the boy ran into the house after Steve shouting his name in the darkness of the corridors.
After nearly an hour without news from the brother, the rest of the gang walked in to find them and go back home. It was very late and a freezing cold night. They yelled their names but no one answered, not even the wind blowed into the haunted hourse.

Martin heard a noise similar to a whistling so he turned into the kitchen that was at the end of the hallway. A kettle was at the burner, switched off, but inspite of this there was a boiling amount of boiling water in it. He turned on his back but his friends have been had disapeared as Steve and Sam were.
The kettle stoped boiling. mMartin tried to scream when a pale hand grasped him. He couldn't scream nor breath.

"It wasn't just a story. Bad idea to break into the haunted house of the end of the path", Martin thought before he fainted.