Saturday, October 14th - 1:00am
Dear Diary,
So I was in the bedroom there was another door on the west side of the room. I quietly tiptoed over there hoping that the hardwood floor wouldn't creak allowing the cat to find me. I silently opened the door and it had led to a closet. The closet was nearly empty all that was there was a wedding dress that was really old and on the one sleeve there were rusty brown stains and was torn up. I heard a crash from behind me, the mirror behind me had smashed into pieces. Terrified, I sprinted out but a hand tried to stop me. It grabbed my arm but I slipped away receiving a couple scratch marks on my arm which matched the ones on the dress. I headed downstairs where the others were setting up their sleeping bags and lighting some candles I decided to get some shut eye since I was getting really tired. Suddenly the window flew open and the wind came through blowing out all the candles at once. I closed the window then crawled back into my sleeping bag using the light from the moon to see. I was thinking it was just the wind, hoping it was just the wind. I start to fall asleep. I had a nightmare, I was being dragged to the basement and I couldn't do anything to stop it. When I had woken up I was in the basement.
-Stephanie Brown
YOU ARE READING
Daniella Johnson (A Short Horror Story)
NouvellesStephanie Brown takes an offer from a local neighbor to spend a night in her house. But what she doesn't know is the house's dark past. © Megan2422 2015
