The room down the hall / Creepypasta / Cedar's story

Chapter One

   Rain beat against the window, sounding oddly intense as Cedars' flashlight ghosted over the disheveled room in front of him. Everything looked tossed and turned, the bedframe in the corner missing its mattress, the dresser next to that tossed on its side, and a desk that sat in the back of the room- right under the window.

    He walked towards it, examining the distraught wooden furniture. Under the table part of the desk sat a drawer that hung half open at an odd angle most drawers wouldn't be left. He gave it a tug, wiggling it straight. It gave way after that, opening with relative ease for such an old desk.

    Inside sat a dirty leather bound notebook, bursting at the seams. It looked as though it was filled with photos and extra pages, the whole thing barely being kept together by a thin elastic strap around the front. The ends of the pages, sticking out in every direction possible, yellowed and defiled by time.

    He picked it up.

    Pictures fell from its pages, landing beside his feet. He crouched down and picked them up. It was photos of the family that lived there.

    The Millards. The family was quaint, Mr. and Mrs. Millard and their three children. One boy, two girls, all with wide grins. They stood outside of the house, the place far better than its current state.

    He couldn't help but smile. His family looked similar to theirs. Large smiles, bold black hair and a bright look about them. Though, he's always dyed his hair blond to set apart from his sisters. He ghosted his thumb over the photo, tracing every last corner of it.

    The trees even seemed healthier, trimmed back and away from the house at large. Instead, they were kept at bay and left to the sides of the building. There were less as well, and had no evidence that the house had been enveloped in twisting vines as it was now. It looked like the perfect place to raise a family.

    His thumb stopped.

    Cedar felt his heart drop as he finally noticed the small detail in the corner of the image, right off to the side. It was barely noticeable unless you were looking for it specifically, but there it was. Hidden behind the dainty oak trees was a stark white face.

    A loud scream rang out from somewhere in the house.