Colby Brock Centric Oneshots

Alone

The house was eerily, to begin with, the lack of blinds or curtains on the windows mixed with the handprints that graced the window was strange. It struck a feeling of fear from his chest because here he was in the middle of the forest, alone with a creepy house that had a terrible backstory.

Then the voices rang throughout the area. Loud voices that seemed to be right outside of the window of the house. It was enough to make him stop everything as he brought himself to a complete halt.

Another sound followed stopping him from talking in its wake. Immediately he launched himself up from the bed to get closer to the window. Eyes widening in a way that would have been comical had it not been a situation like this. He took a step backward in surprise at what he had just heard as his thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His mouth was agape yet he felt slightly safer and more empowered when he had a camera in his hand. Carefully he picked it up before heading towards the small compartment door of the room.

'' It did that right when I was making that It was down here....- wait did I leave that door open?''

He'd been so sure that he had closed it. But maybe he was just freaking himself out? Maybe it had just slipped his mind to shut the door.

As he continued carefully making his way down the creaky stairs he decided to leave it at that. He had to stay here all night if he wanted to prove that he was capable of overcoming things like this. Nobody else was as much of a coward we he was and while he knew nobody else thought that he couldn't help but think it of himself. Turning his thoughts back to the matter at hand he noticed just how dark it was and he found himself worrying about losing his footing. The stairs didn't seem sturdy and he feared that they would just cave in despite how small his frame was.

Finally, at the bottom of the stairs, he made his way into the heavily lit room. It was strange to him really the whole overlay and set up of the house was confusing to him. The upstairs and the room that he was currently in just looked completely different. Felt completely different, the atmosphere surrounding the rooms even felt different. But overall he'd have to admit that it was the design of the place that had him absolutely puzzled.

The downstairs looked so much newer than the rest of the house like they had added onto it for some purpose. The crisp hardwood flooring and furniture would normally be comforting yet somehow he felt the most unsafe in this room especially when the door he thought he'd closed earlier had been left ajar. The stairs were so clearly unsafe and there were no railings as the walls were just boarded up wood. It was painstakingly different than the first room and it didn't make sense as to why the house was so different in each room. Yet the attic was the weirdest to him because given the appearance of it he would've thought that it would make him feel unsafe.

Yet somehow the tiny old attic door and paint-chipped walls felt the safest because it wasn't as suspicious as the downstairs. Although the windows within the attic were a different story he didn't know why but it unsettled him immensely. The lack of curtains and having heard voices just made him think that he was being watched no matter how hard he tried to shake the feeling.

'' Did you guys hear that? I swear at least two times during this video I- I captured a voice outside. There was- there's something here.'' He continued talking to the camera, '' Maybe the suicide was outdoors maybe I don't know but every single time that I'm quiet for a long time I hear a voice out here. ''

As he spoke he continued taking in the condition of the house exploring the rooms as he went. A slight chill hit him and he couldn't tell if it was the breeze or if his mind was giving hints of just how scared he truly was. Either way, he ignored it. Positioning himself on the edge of the deck he continued taking in the forest around him as he spoke with ease to the camera.