When I was Young | Short Story By Underground Artist.

When I was young. . .

I remember when I was young, I wasn't good at watching horror movies with my friends. Even if I knew I would cry when it was time to go to bed. I squeezed the torch to hide under the bed and snuggled up to the blanket. And the next day, we laughed out loud, saying it was ridiculous to believe that there were ghosts. I always wanted to explore a haunted house. However. . . Movies are fictitious, and fictitious can't be real.

My mother was a real estate agent.
One day she dropped a book while talking to a customer on the phone. Curiously, I saw a picture of an old house. When my mother was on the phone, I heard from a customer that the witch was rumored to have lived before in the old house.

I was immediately excited and met my friends the same night and explained the details. I suggested exploring the old house, but my friend retreated thinking I never talked about it. To my young eyes, they looked like cornered mice. They were afraid to get caught by their parents since I stole a spare key to the old house when mom was not around. I became rather stubborn.

Finally, they agreed and we went to our destination. When we entered the old house, the eerie atmosphere of the house welcomed us. A friend of mine told me to think twice before doing anything else, but I ignored them and put the key on the tabletop.

We lit our torches and explored the house. Suddenly one of my friends screamed. He cried out when he heard a thumping sound from the first floor of the house. I blamed his eardrum because he seemed more scared than anyone else in the group.

We went towards the source of the sound and found a room. There we saw a picture of an old lady in a black dress, the rumored witch.

Before we could realize all entrances and exits of the room slammed. I now felt a sense of fear as we attempted to open the door, they were all locked tight. We then heard the loud voice of the old lady laughing maniacally. We all started crying. Few of us started praying to God. A window opened and there we saw a woman in a black dress slowly approaching us.

I then heard a familiar voice. You won't believe what happens next. The woman in the black dress dropped her hat and revealed her face. It was Mom! She sat on the nearby chair and chuckled. At this point, I realized that this was what mom had planned all along. She told me that she wanted to test me and I failed since I stole a key which could be something else like money.

Moral: Never mess with mother or steal anything behind her back. She will come to find you or would God?

Lolz. . .

Written by: The Underground Artist.
Background image: Unsplash
Editing: The Underground Artist.

A simple yet interesting story was written as a moral for those who are mischievous. The real intention of writing this story was to be selected by college magazines for moral poetry and short stories.

Unfortunately, After the submission, the college did not give any info or result of such an event.

Thus I concluded that my efforts all went to waste :(

Anyway if you guys like this short story, be sure to let me know! I may make better short stories later

Cya ;)