Murder Plane

She approached the ramshackle mansion with great caution. She didn’t know what she was going to find in the old abandoned settlement, but she had the feeling like there was something calling her.  The wind blew past her as she walked up the steps of the porch. The door creaked open as the wind ominously blew through it.

She remembered all those days when she walked past the mysterious house on her way to school. She had heard rumors her whole life about a family who lived there many years ago. Rumor had it, there was a married couple with a child. Supposedly the mother and child were murdered there in a rather odd way. The man barely escaped with his life. After the incident that left the man insane, they fenced off the creepy house. 

She took the first step into the house. The threshold creaked under her weight. She pulled out her flashlight to add some light to the lightless room. She passed her flashlight over the whole room, exposing the dust covered coffee table, linen covered lounge furniture, and cobwebs running from desks to chairs.

As she cautiously crossed the room, she ran her hand along the dusty table, picking up its grey residue.   That’s when she heard it. A soft thump from up stairs. She walked towards the stairs leading up to the second floor. She then started climbing the creaky incline and there it was again. A soft thump coming from still higher in the house.  

She looked for another stair case, but there was none found. She explored the new floor with trepidation of what she might find. She finally walked into what appeared to be the master bedroom. That’s when she noticed it. A string hanging from the ceiling in the corner of the room. She gave it a soft tug and a trap door fell open with ease.

She pulled the stairs down from what appeared to be the entrance to the attic.  She climbed the wobbly stairs and entered into the black abyss. Then she heard the thump, louder this time. It was coming from something in the attic, she just didn’t know where.

Her eyes slowly traveled to the walls which were cover in posters from what seemed to various auctions. The attic was full of trinkets, boxes, trophies, collections, and other curiosities. There was a box that specifically caught her attention. It was a black wooden box on a shelf with a rather large lock on the latch. There was a letter placed on it.  It read:

Dear Johnson,

You said you were curious as to what I bought at the last auction. Well it is something rather peculiar. You know my obsession with the haunted and my fascination with the spirit realm.

The last thing I bought is indeed haunted. It is dangerous. Very dangerous. We need to find a way to destroy it. You may think me insane when you read this but I must insist that I am not insane, nor am I intoxicated. This plane is wild, like nothing I have ever seen before. I swear it is haunted. Cursed by an evil spirit. I cannot control this power.

Please send help. I cannot leave my house.

                             From,

                                      JAMESIN

                Right then, the thump was louder and coming from the box. She slowly backed away from the box that was jerking on the shelf.  She then turned away from it to go towards the stairs to exit the attic.

She was terrified. Behind her, the noise escalated. Then she heard a crash, then nothing. Then there was a mechanical wrrrr. She turned quickly only to be met by a tiny model plane actually flying toward her face. Then there was a scream from the attic, and blood sprayed on the poster covered wall.

                                                                                The End.