Mcyt Oneshots

Haunted Houses

"No, no no noooooo!" Scar hit his steering wheel with his hands and groaned. Of course his car would break down, right now, in the middle of nowhere, at 11pm.

 Just his luck.

Scar got out the car, and gazed around at the wilderness.

Was that a light in the distance? Was he seeing things?

As his eyes adjusted to the night, he realised that, yes, there was a light in the distance. Infact, it was a light from a house. Maybe Scar could ask the owner if they could help with his car, or if he could use their phone (His had died a few hours ago). He shut the car door and started on the short trek towards the house.

It was a tall house, maybe three stories with an attic, and, even in the dark, Scar could see boarded up windows and peeling paint. The walls where dark red, but they might have been navy blue, or mossy green. It was hard to tell. All the proportions seemed off and the house looked like it was going to collapse.

Despite the off-putting appearance, Scar knocked on the white door (Or is it yellow?), and hoped the owner was awake.

10 seconds passed.

20 seconds.

40.

60.

Two minuets.

Just as Scar was giving up, the door swung open, and suddenly a short man in a red jumper stood infront of him.

"Hello!" The man beamed at him, "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, uh, sorry to bother you, but my car's just broken down and my phones dead, and I was wondering if, maybe, I could use your phone to call someone?"

The man blinked blankly at Scar, almost confused, but then his face broke into a smile again, "I'm sorry, I don't have a phone, but you're welcome to stay the night. I have a friend who knows about cars, and he ca look at yours if you would like?"

Okay. Let's list of the red flags here. First of all, a strange man, living in a strange house didn't have a phone. The same strange man kept smiling at Scar, and had invited him to sleep in the same strange house. It had taken the strange man two minuets to answer his door, and he was now claiming to have a friend who could fix Scars car.

That was a lot of red flags.

However, Scar didn't want to sleep in his car, and this dude was kind of cute, with his large brown eyes and fluffy hair. And so, Scar smiled back at the man and offered out his hand,

"Thank you, that would be just great. I'm Scar by the way."

The man shook his hand,

"Grian!"

~*~

The room Grian lead Scar to was large and rectangular. The furniture was covered in white dust sheets and the windows were tall and curtainless.

"Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting visitors!" Grian whipped a sheet of a double bed and a chair. "Under that sheet is a table if you need it and I will be up the stairs two floors, last door on the right if you need me," He smiled again and made his way to the door, "Sleep tight Scar. Don't let the bed-bugs bite!" And with that, he was gone.

The room seemed very empty now it was just Scar. And dark. Grian had taken his candle with him when left, and Scar didn't want to bother him, so he stumbled forward, groping around in the blackness. His knee struck something and he cried out, bending over to rub it.

Then the lights turned on with a pop.

Okay, that was weird. That was very weird.

Scar looked up at the Gaslamp hanging from the ceiling. Someone would have needed to be up there to turn it on and no one was. So did it just turn itself on? Was it a cleverly disguised electrical light? With a sound activated light switch.