Writing Prompt: You move into a new house, and everything seems perfect at first. But as the nights go by, you start hearing eerie whispers and footsteps from the attic. When you finally gather the courage to investigate, you discover a chilling message written in blood.
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Last Friday was a happy day for Adrian. It wasn't only until five days later, that he realised it would be his last for a long time.
The ten year old boy crept up the stairs, praying that it would not creak and give his position away. His palm occasionally muted the flashlight as he crouched behind a wall, listening intently to the sound.
Tap... tap... tap...
There was no mistaking it. The footsteps were definitely coming from the attic. Adrian used his other hand to support the back of his flashlight and slowed down his breathing. There was a burglar in this mansion; he was sure of it. And he was going to catch him tonight.
The boy burst in with a yell, his torch sweeping the empty room.
He put his flashlight down, still treading the ground carefully. Loud clunking sounds echoed around the room as Adrian dragged aside the musty boxes and swung the cupboards open violently.
Nobody was there.
Adrian squatted on the floor, dropping his torch as he buried his face in his hands. He was really hoping to find the source of his sleepless nights this time. Exhaustion hit him once more as he silently berated his parents for choosing this house.
He remembered moving into this mansion only five days ago. His parents, for reasons they saw ill to disclose to a child, had managed to get the keys to a ten acre mansion. Despite only having five members in his family, Adrian was beside himself with joy to be moving into such a huge house.
That was, until the first night fell.
Incessant footsteps and whisperings, that only he seemed to be able to hear, haunted his sleepless nights. Perhaps it was just a nightmare, he thought to himself initially. Perhaps those were merely rats scurrying around, he tried to get himself to believe. But it never changed the fact that the sounds were still there every night.
It only took the boy three sleepless nights to begin wandering around the house in an attempt to find the source of the noise. He had tried complaining to his parents, but they merely shrugged it off for some reason. And so it was up to him to solve his own problems.
"Adrian..."
The boy turned around at the sudden whispering behind him. He jumped back at the figure staring back at him, only to realise it was just a mirror.
A mirror that had a message on it.
"Two One One Zero..." Adrian breathed to himself, ignoring the huge 'MURDERER' scrawled beside the cryptic message. "Those numbers again... What does it mean?"
"Adrian, what are you doing here?" A much more embodied voice caught his attention. He turned to the boy standing at the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Oh, it's nothing. Go back to bed, Yuri."
Adrian turned back at the attic one last time before closing the door quietly. His eyebrows knitted with determination. He was going to get to the bottom of this, no matter what it takes.
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The next morning came quickly for a change. Laughter filled the air as Adrian darted around the garden, narrowly escaping the outstretched fingers of his brother. He bounded away in glee, not noticing the shadow creeping from behind him.
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We, The Dreamers
Ficción General[We, The Dreamers] is a collection of flash fiction stories. This book contains my entries to some writing prompts provided by the Wriders Community, as well as shorts of a wider story that never got finished. I hope you will be entertained by my st...
