Short Horror-ish Stories ^~^

Is it a dream or reality???

Flames. That's all I could see. Everywhere around me and everything I could see was engulfed in the orange fire. I tried to scream, but my throat was raw, and all I got was a mouthful of smoke.  Every breath was a struggle. I couldn't breathe.

Help me?

I woke up in a sea of sweat. My bed sheets tangled all around my body, restricting my movement. I was safe, back in my own bed. I got up and had a glass of water, trying to soothe my raging head. I looked out of the window to see the gentle nightlife of Victorian London. That was enough to calm me.

I've been having these nightmares for as long as I can remember. It was all the same dream. I try to talk to somebody about it but it's no use. My aunty tells me not to talk to others about it, as they might think of me as mental. She says that people would send me to the asylum so I learned to keep my mouth shut. Keeping all of the horror deep inside.

My aunty has been looking after me for as long as I can remember. I grew up with her without knowing what happened to my parents. Every time I try to bring it up with my aunty, she always stalls and says that they are on a trip, leaving me with her. For years I grew up with that theory, but a little bit inside of me doubted her.

I decide to go for a walk around my quiet neighbourhood, hoping it would relax my mind. Putting on my shoes and grabbing my cloak, I stepped into the chilling night air. The wind filling my lungs as if they were filled with smoke.

Smoke....

Suddenly the world was whirling around me, the same dreaded smoke filling my lungs. I was about to enter the nightmare.

And then it all went black.

I wake up to find myself at the steps of a house that I've never seen before. Where am I? I have no idea where this part of town was or how I ended up here,

But the house seemed oddly familiar.

I crept up the chalk-white steps and pushed the large heavy door, willing it to open. Surprisingly, with a little effort, it opened. Pushing the door until it fully opened, I squinted at the darkness inside. As I was stepping inside the black abyss, I heard the door slam shut behind me. Running to the door, I try with all my strength to pull the door open. But it wouldn't move.

I was trapped.

I look around to find that the hallway isn't that dark. In fact, I could just make out a faint glow in the first room. Silently, I crept into the room to find a candle. I pick up the holder, while it illuminated the room in a comforting glow. As I move the candle around the room, I could see that this was a living room. The pictures around the room show the family who lived there before.

Suddenly, I hear the floorboards creek above me. My chest automatically feels tight and I can't breathe.

I have a feeling that I'm not alone.

The candle flickers as the wind howls – like a wolf to the moon. I decide to do the craziest thing that I would never dream to do in my life. That was to investigate the noise and actually deduct whether I was alone or not. However, I felt weird inside. It's feeling like that I wasn't in control over myself.

Its feeling like I'm meant to be here.

Then, I suddenly saw a flash of the purest white light I have ever seen, and I heard a somewhat familiar voice. The voice sounded like a lady, and I can actually see her. But I only got a glimpse of long, coal black hair before I saw the normal surroundings of the narrow staircase again.

What happened? Was I meant to see that? And will it happen again?

I carry on going up the stairs, as I previously paused with that "episode". My breath quickens as the groans of the stairs end. I've reached the top of the stairs and was facing the black abyss called the hallway. I started to walk when I noticed something about the walls. Their original wallpaper was cream, but the walls were charred, as if they was on fire. Come to think of it, the whole house has the walls burned. And the house has a distinctive smell of smoke.