Short scary story

Short story

I went to my friend, Rhiannon's house one day after school for the weekend. Her mother, Jody bought a new house after her nana died, for a change of scenery. The house her mother brought was a house made out of black stone that had gates at the entrance. Once you got past the gates you could see the house, it looked like a castle. It needed a bit of work on the outside and inside though. Some of the windows were broken and the roof's shingles were falling off.

The house had a backstory, there was a family of eight living in the house. The father, mother, oldest brother, second oldest sister, the third oldest were twins, a boy and a girl, the youngest was a girl and their grandmother. Their great- great grandfather built the house in 1856 on an Indian burial ground, he didn’t know the land had Indian burial grounds when he built it. When he found out they were Indian burial grounds it didn’t stop him from completing the building. After it was built, he and his wife moved in, after two months strange things were happening.

For instance, when one of them was taking a bath they saw a shadowy figure on the other side of the curtain but when they pulled the curtain back there was nothing there. When they went to bed one of them if not both would wake up to the sound of their bedroom door opening and could hear heavy footsteps, the footsteps would stop when it got to the bed. One time his wife woke up in the middle of the night and saw the same shadowy figure looming over her. On May 20, 1870, there was a fire in the house. The fire came out of nowhere, the wife and husband died in their sleep from the fire. Their daughter moved out when something nearly killed her. She came back to the dreadful house when she heard the news.

Their daughter stayed there for some reason along with her own daughter, son-in-law, and her grandchildren. Sometime later in the year, they couldn’t stand it anymore and moved out of the house. Rhiannon's mother still bought the house despite the history the house has. When I opened the front door, I suddenly had a bad feeling about the house and felt being watched. Almost like something was burning holes in the back of my head, I tried my best to brush off the feeling.  “Is everything alright?” asked Rhiannon.  “Yeah, I just have a weird feeling,” I said.

“You’ll eventually get used to it,” said  Rhiannon.

“Ok,” I said, even though I had a feeling that it won’t be okay. Later that night, I was getting ready for bed. When I was in the middle of brushing my teeth I heard my bedroom door opened. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, thinking that Rhiannon came into my room to scare me. Until I hear heavy footsteps going towards the bathroom door, ‘thump’,...‘thump’, ...thump’. I froze when I heard footsteps, the door opened slowly and revealed the same shadow figure from the house’s history.

The shadow figure had red beady eyes, and claws. It looked at me and disappeared into the shadows. I couldn’t comprehend if it was real or I was seeing things. I went to bed but wasn’t able to sleep, every time I close my eyes the figure kept appearing. I was eventually able to sleep after an hour or two, little did I know the shadow figure was watching me in the shadows while I slept.