Saturday, October 14th - 3:00am
Dear Diary,
I had woken up in the basement. It had a dirt floor cobwebs and cement walls. There was also a dark room underneath the stairs. I curiously walked over to the room and it felt like I couldn't stop myself I just kept walking. I firmly wrapped my hand around the door knob and twisted it. The door creaked open. A chair, just a plain wooden chair. But then my husband appeared on the chair screaming "Why!?" over and over again. Then the door flew shut and I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I kept running all I could hear were screams from the people I knew but, there was no one in sight. When I got into the light I had realized that I had the wedding dress on, and I didn't even notice. It felt like something I had worn a thousand times before. It fit perfectly and when I looked into a mirror it looked great. I couldn't get to back to sleep so I wandered around then I had entered another room this room seemed to look exactly like my living room at home. I looked more closely at the details then on the couch was the exact same stain that was on mine.
-Stephanie Brown
YOU ARE READING
Daniella Johnson (A Short Horror Story)
Short StoryStephanie 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
