Haunted - DNF

Chapter One: Rope

Clay
I entered my new house with the key I got for it, all smiles. I looked around I soon as I got in. The outside looked really nice, but the inside, as I already saw during the house tour, was not much to look at.

The dark wooden floors were scratched, the ceiling was pealing off, and the walls had an ugly wallpaper design. But it was really cheap, and big, so I took it. I figured I could just renovate it later.

I had moved all my boxes in so far so all I had to do was unpack. I had a lot of shit do it was gonna take a while. And I still have my furniture. It hadn't been delivered yet.

All I have is a mattress to sleep in and a tiny love seat. I didn't even have a TV, which is pretty sad. But I was gonna get a flat screen installed as soon as possible.

I sighed, opening my phone up to Twitter, scrolling through it when I suddenly heard a loud crash coming from the basement, making me jump.

I hopped up from the small love seat and dashed to where the basement is. The door was closed, but last time I saw it, it was open.

But I didn't really think much of it, brushing it off. I thought maybe I had closed it and forgot, it was only like, the fourth time I've been in the house. It was very possible.

I opened the door and immediately a smell caught my nose. It early like sewage water, but worse. I couldn't exactly put my mind on it.

The lights were turned off so I quickly flicked the ones by the stairs in and made my way down. Last time I was down here there was only a chair some the laundry room. Nothing much.

Once I got to the bottom I flicked those lights on too and looked around for what could have made the noise.

My eyes wandered to the middle of the room where the chair was. It hadn't moved from it's previous spot. It was extremely dark in here, even with the lights in.

I turn my phonr flashlight on and my eyes caught something hanging on the ceiling near the chair. A rope. But not just a normal, dangling rope. This was a noose. It was tied into a circle at the end. I gasped.

If someone found a body and they took it, how would they just leave the rope there? Why?

Did someone not find the body? But then how was it not here? What was I thinking? Of course someone found the body.

I guess the rumors were true. Someone did die here. But they didn't make any sense. Why would the rope still be here? If someone actually died surely that news would've gotten out.

They wouldn't just be "rumors". It probably was a prank. It couldn't be real because none of it made sense.

It must be a prank because so many people lived here after the supposed "death". Surely someone would've noticed and taken it down.

I sighed, going back upstairs to grab scissors, deciding I would take the rope down. But once I got back downstairs and brought my phone flashlight out, the rope was gone.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stared at the exact spot I saw the rope in not even a minute ago. I just went upstairs to grab scissors. How did it go? No one's here.

I shook my head, making the thought go away. I quickly ran back up the stairs, feeling like I was being watched. My instincts were probably wrong. No one was here, and no one was watching me.

Once I was back up I rubbed my temples, sighing loudly. That was weird, I thought.

I checked the time on my phone. It read 10:45

I sighed. I was just tired. And hallucinating. It's all right. No rope was ever there and no one I'd watching me. I'm all okay, everything is okay.

I walked to the stairs to get upstairs and opened the door, which was also closed for some reason, seeing the light flicker as I turned it on. My first step in the stairs sounded like bones breaking.

I made it up the stairs with my slow movements, trying not to make the unnecessarily loud stairs creak any louder.

I walked into my bedroom and entered the room, seeing the white mattress in the middle of the room, flat and deflated. I sighed. It didn't even have a blanket on it.

I went over to the boxes labeled 'bedroom' and took a blanket and pillow out, throwing them in the bed. I was about to lay on the mattress when a loud creak on the stairs startled me.

I gasp out loud and look out through the open door of my bedroom, to the stairs. The stairs were steep and directly across from the room. If anyone was there, despite it being so steep, I'd definitely be able to see them.

Okay, I was definitely tired.

I checked the time again.

12:55

Huh? It was only eleven what seemed like a few minutes ago, I thought to myself. I shook my head. I'm just exhausted, that was it.

I shuffle on the mattress before finally laying down and getting comfortable.

It took forever to fall asleep. I kept hearing things coming from the attic. It sounded like footsteps.

But this house was old. It was probably rats. If have to get that checked out eventually. I sigh, rolling around for the one hundredth time, finally finding a comfortable position.

I heard another loud creak coming from the stairs, but I didn't look. I didn't want to. But then I heard more. Then it sounded like someone was running up the stairs at full speed, the stairs making a painful creaking sound.

I sat up in bed as fast as humanly possible, looking to the stairs. Nothing was there. Actually, I didn't know that. It was pitch black so even if there were someone I probably wouldn't be able to see them.

I stared at the open door, towards the stairs the I couldn't see, waiting for someone to pop out, for something to happen. Anything.

I sigh. Exhaustion. That was it. I'm exhausted, nothing else. No one's here. No one died here and no one's watching me. I'm hearing things and I'm tired.

I pull myself back into the mattress, pulling the blanket over my head and clenching my eyes shut as tight as possible.

I'm not gonna open them now.

And in fact, I didn't. I kept them shut, not opening them no matter what sound I heard. And it kind of worked.

I fell asleep.

But my sleep wasn't exactly comfortable.

It was restless and nightmare-filled.

As I fell back asleep I was brought to yet another nightmare.

I sat up in bed, my head hitting something. looking around the dark room, I noticed this wasn't my room, and this wasn't my bed. This wasn't even a bed. It was a sheet. A dirty one.

I saw something move in the corner. I gasp, looking beside me quickly to see if my phone was there.

It wasn't.

Where's my fucking phone?

My heart started racing and my breathing picked up, I started hyperventilating.

I looked back and all the sudden there it was, right in front of my face. But it wasn't scary. It was a beautiful boy.

Even though I couldn't see his features, I could tell he was my age, had brown, fluffy hair, and pale skin. He was so close to my face I could see that.

He was crawling. No one could be able to stand here. I couldn't even sit up fully. The pointed roof which looked like the point of a house. This was probably an attic.

A small one.

He smiled at me with no humor and a sad expression laced on his pretty face, in his mocha eyes.

Weird.

I smiled back and he furrowed his eyebrows, backing off, back into the dark where I couldn't see him. It scared me a little. Why wasn't I scared that there was someone in my house?

After a minute, the boy spoke up, revealing his voice.

"Clay. Help me."

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I really hope this was written okay :')