A pale, vaporous moon lit the dark room. But as the wind blew the grey clouds obscured the moon and the room was enveloped in complete darkness. Soft eerie breezes whizzed through the vents. In the room was a boy. An aura of fear surrounded him. That kind of fear was not normal. He was shaking uncontrollably, his teeth were chattering, sweat dripped continuously and his eyes were dilated. He was trying to say something but he can hardly get words out of his mouth. The words tumbled over each other. ‘da... daa.. the mum and the kid... the kid and the mum are here for rev...’ That’s where it all stopped.
The next day the boy was found on his bed unconscious. He was rushed to the hospital. The sirens fell quieter as the ambulance went. But a cold stare came from the window. It was the most awful thing... a dead-eyed look, like an animal. Days later, the boy’s parents died for unknown reasons. Their house was soon abandoned and was called a haunted house by residents. Mysterious crying, clattering and shouting can apparently be heard during midnights. The house immediately gained its popularity amongst the public. A lot of ghost hunters and exorcists tried to solve the mystery. None of them made it back safe. Alive that is. But they all said the same thing before dying... “the mum and kid are here for rev...” None of them managed to finish the sentence.
Since then, no one ever dared to even look at the house. The perimeter of the house was seized by the police. They barricaded the house with police lines. The government kept quiet about the issue. The town was plagued by rumoured paranormal activities. The whole town cowered in fear... they all ran away. No sane person would dare to go near the cursed town.
The trees swayed with the cold wind and the crows cawed. The houses were covered with moss and dreary plants. The windows and doors were frail; it looked as if they will fall at any moment. The dead twigs crunched as a black cat walked over it. It emitted an aura of malevolence. Its eyes were bright yellow, and it seemed to have the power to look at the depth of your soul. As the blazing sun started to set, a dark inanimate shadow stood still near the haunted house. But it suddenly vanished after a stray leaf glided and obscured the rays of the sun for a very brief moment.
Thick fog enshrouded the whole town. The street lights flickered and dimmed and dark ravens and crows cawed. The pale moon was overwhelmed by the dark grey clouds. The town was lifeless and drab. A dim light was emitted from a house. Inside a candle light flickered and bundles of paper lay on the floor. A man was sitting on a chair and his eyes focused at the candle light. After a few seconds, he stood up and lit a cigarette. The spark from the lighter revealed a glimpse of his face. He had a thick brown hair that gracefully fell up to his shoulder. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to hide loneliness and despair. He is the only one that stayed in the ghastly town. His name is Joey, a 21 year old journalist who is committed to solve the mystery of the house and prove that ghosts did not exist.
The moon shone brightly but the mist was thick. Joey entered the abandoned house with only a torch and bottle of water. The floor creaked as he walked over it. The living room was lit by tiny rays of light reflected by the moon. Howling of wolves reverberated across the town and the owls started to hoot. Everything was covered in dust and the ceiling creaked. It grew darker as Joey ventured deeper in the house. His eyes dilated to adapt to the darkness. He grew more cautious and took his steps carefully.
Out of a sudden, the windows started banging and the door closed. Joey’s pulse boomed up and adrenaline was pumped around his body. He ran with all his might until he reached the kitchen. He cautiously walked backwards when he bumped into something. There was a sudden drop in temperature. Slowly he turned his head and there it was a lady in a black gown, in the half-light Joey could just make out the look on her pale white face. A scary look. No longer human. Eyes are red raw, wide and staring. Tears of blood dribbled from under her eyelids. Her hair was long, black and dry. She had a one clear emotion… Hate.
Joey stood there frozen and the torch held tight with sweating hands. After a few seconds he was finally able to move. He swung his torch desperately trying to hit the lady, but it only went through her not causing her any damage. He realized that it was useless, he mustered up all his strength to his legs and he ran out of the kitchen. He tried to reach the exit but the lady materialized in front of him. Not having the time to think, he ran backwards, then up to the stairs. He saw an open door and instinctively ran towards it and locked himself.
The smell of rotting flesh instantly filled Joey’s nostrils. Dread overwhelmed him as a sudden epiphany of not being able to get out of this nightmare. He grabbed the first thing that he saw, a crowbar. Shivering, chattering and sweating, Joey pushed himself to go as far as he can from the door with legs barely listening to him. He was standing there for a while now… alone, scared and feeling helpless. He fell limply on the floor, finally listening to the pleading of his legs. He still can’t believe that the rumour of this house being haunted was true. For a guy like him who believed that ghosts are just a superficial myth, this is a big a shock.
With adrenaline finally running out of his system, he laid down. He was taking ragged breaths; he thought that the dilemma is finally over as it’s been a while. However, he thought wrong as he noticed that someone seems to be staring at him. He looked to his right. Nothing. And when he looked at his left, that’s where he regretted it as a few meters away from him is a mysterious kid. The kid is looking tentatively to him with eyes that held no emotion aside from hate, revenge, and anger. The kid is wearing nothing, skin pale as snow and features that used to hold innocence and laughter. His eyes were completely black and deep.
Joey was petrified by what he saw. He was overwhelmed by the terrifying presence of the kid. Joey tried to move away from him, but his body just cannot. The kid reached out his hands to Joey… But he managed to deflect it somehow. The kid whimpered in pain then tears of blood fell from his eyes. It was the most horrifying and awful sight… His pale body was marred with the bright red blood flowing out of his eyes.
Joey somehow managed to get up and run. His adrenaline once again chorused in his body giving him the sufficient energy he needed. He tried to reach for the exit again but this time the door would not open. He shouted in despair but no one can hear him. Alone in this ghastly and scary town, he realized that no one can save him. Running out of time, he headed down into the basement.
It was full of cobwebs and it was really dark. The torch was running out of batteries. It was a very eerie and tense atmosphere; Joey knew that the ghosts can appear in front of him at any moment, that they could strike him from behind. Joey investigated the basement carefully. He was taking deep ragged breaths and his sweat was dripping from his pores continuously. Mice ran back to their holes and insects retreated back to their burrows. Joey noticed something on the floor. A part of the floor was hollow. He decided to investigate it. After a few minutes, he discovered an entrance leading to a level below the basement and went down.
Joey was devastated by what he saw; remains of an obviously tortured and murdered body, dried blood are all over the place. Hanged rotten bodies filled the room with a disgusting and unbearable scent. There was what seemed to be a sacrificial altar. Joey tried to go near it but the candle lit by itself, and a mysterious man just materialized in front him. The man emitted a malicious vibe that sent shivers to Joey’s spine. He had a tremendous murderous intent. His eyes were filled with lust, lunacy and danger. His face was covered with facial hair and he had a malicious grin. His skin was covered with boils and sores.
Joey fell limply to the floor and was petrified. The man started to loll his tongue out from between his cracked and swollen lips. He walked slowly, slowly, slowly towards Joey. He raised his head, stretching his neck and wheezed at Joey, saliva bubbled between his teeth. He looked like an exact psycho. Knowing that no-one can save him from this pandemonium he closed his eyes and prepared for the inevitable…..
