The Haunt (A Creepypasta Fic)

Ch. 5 Upstairs

I crept up the stairs, observing my surroundings. There was a beautiful chandelier at the top of the landing. Even with the layers of dust covering the crystals on it I could still recognize beauty of it. And probably how expensive it would have been when it was bought. There was a hallway with multiple pictures hanging on the walls. Or at least they looked like pictures from a distance. There were a bunch of frames up anyway. It almost looked like a collection of family portraits. I walked up to one to examine it further. It looked like a large clipping from a newspaper. It was in the center of the frame and there were other smaller newspaper clippings around it.

The paper was torn and faded from aging. It read, "Local Boy Goes Crazy Kills Entire Family". Before the headline showed a boy with long, dark pitch black hair. His hair covered bits of his face. It looked wild and crazy like he had just got caught in the wind before his mugshot photo was taken. He had shockingly pale skin. Even on the faded paper I could tell that his skin was sickeningly pale, like it had been bleached. His eyes were wide open, staring direction at the person who was taking the mugshot photo. It reminded me of a picture I had seen when I was younger.. What was it called...? The Russian Sleep Experiment I think.. All I could think of was those wide, haunting eyes. Staring back at me endlessly. I shuddered. I shook my head, trying to shake the image out of my brain. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I deep a deep breath and opened my eyes again. I looked back at the photo, ready to see the rest of his face. I covered my mouth in shock as my eyes observed the most unique and unsettling feature on his face.

No. Way.

His skin was cut into a disgusting permanent smile. Red stained his face. Blood had dripped and coagulated below where the massive cuts were. His mouth was cut wide open, all the way up to just below his cheekbones. He was a hideous mix between an extreme Joker cosplayer and the emo kids you knew back in high school. He had on what appeared to be a white bloodstained hoodie. He was holding a sign that said "Jeffery Woods." In the frame there were clippings with various headlines related to various crimes that Jeff had committed. Mostly murder. There were a few accounts of theft.

Wait. This is an actual person. He committed actual crimes. There's evidence, dates, everything on the newspaper clippings.. Why would this be here?..

My eyes widened and I became petrified as a nauseating thought entered my brain. Before I could process the thought that entered my brain, I hear something fall in a room near where I was. I jumped back in fear and braced my arm against the wall.

What was that? No one else is up here besides me. I would have seen them. The stairs are the only way up here and I'm the only one next to them.. Unless.. There's someone else up here with me. It better not be that Jeff motherfucker. I've got a pocket knife and I'm not afraid to use it. I'm not dying to his off-brand Joker emo band listening to looking ass. I took my pocket knife out of my back pocket and flicked it open. I slowly crept forward to the closest door, doing my best not to accidentally step on an old creaky floorboard. The door was just barley cracked open. I gently opened the door.

I was extremely surprised to see a room painted a pastel pink. It greatly contrasted from the grey, black, faded white and other muted colors that I had seen previously throughout the house. There was a fancy canopy bead, a white dresser, children's toys, and a desk with a notepad on it. I stepped into the room. A bed was on the far side and a young girl was sitting on it. She looked to be around 12 or 13. She had long bright red hair that was tied back into a ponytail a pair of black horns rested on the top of her head. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a blue skirt. As soon as I stepped into the room, she head shot up. She jumped off of the bed and ran towards me. I lowered the pocket knife I had in my hand, my arm trembling.