The Empty

Some people swore that the house was haunted. That was mostly thought by the disapearances.
Every friday at midnight someone disapears from the house. Tonight, of all nights, my parents dragged me there. They wanted to know if the rumors were true.
When we got there, it was really quiet. It was almost as if nobody was there but my family. It was also cold. I could see my breath. You aren't supposed to see your breath when you are inside a house.
Night fell. None of us are gone yet, but there is a deep suspicion inside me that says it is coming. I get this feeling a lot so I don't know if it really is going to happen or not.
The bell on the clock goes off as midnight falls. Who is going to go? Will it be me? Lets hope this rumor is just a rumor and it is not really true.
As I look around, there is a person staning in the corner. Is it looking at me? Should I start saying my goodbyes?
I continue looking around the ghost is gone. Wait though where are my mom and dad? They are gone. I walk around the house searching for some kind of clue that they are still alive. No luck, though.
I run for the door, but when I get there I look out the door. There is nothing out there, like really NOTHING. Just a large empty space. I try to scream, but i have no voice.
The ghost did get me. Maybe all the others who went missing disapeared are here too.
I think I am alone but truly in my heart I am not so sure.
I am stuck here in the empty for the rest of my life, and nothing is going to be the same ever again.