Journey of Horror

The House in the Woods

It was a house that time had forgotten, a relic of a bygone era, nestled deep within an ancient, gnarled forest. Its windows, like vacant eyes, stared out at the world, their glass panes obscured by a thick layer of grime. The once vibrant paint had peeled and faded, leaving the wood beneath exposed and weathered.

A young man, drawn by a morbid curiosity, ventured into the forest, his footsteps echoing eerily in the stillness. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp earth. As he approached the house, a chilling wind whipped through the trees, sending a shiver down his spine.

A faint sound, like a whisper carried on the breeze, caught his attention. It was a plea for help, a desperate cry lost in the wilderness. The young man followed the sound, his heart pounding in his chest. As he drew closer to the house, the cry grew louder, more urgent.

He hesitated at the threshold, his fear battling his curiosity. With a deep breath, he stepped inside. The interior was even more desolate than the exterior. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight that filtered through the broken windows. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling like ghostly tendrils.

A voice, weak and raspy, called out from the depths of the house. The young man followed the sound to a small, dimly lit room. There, huddled in a corner, was an elderly woman, her eyes filled with fear and desperation.

With trembling hands, the young man helped the woman to her feet. She thanked him profusely, her voice barely a whisper. The young man escorted her out of the house and into the sunlight. As they walked away, the woman turned to look back at the house, a strange, almost wistful expression on her face. When the man tried to inquire about the woman's whereabouts, the woman dismissed the man by saying- " Now, I know where to go". The woman walked deeper into the woods and disappeared.

The next morning, the young man returned to the forest, eager to share his tale with others. But when he reached the house, it was gone, vanished without a trace. The forest was silent and serene, as if the eerie encounter had never happened. The young man was left with a sense of unease, a feeling that the house and the old woman had been more than just figments of his imagination.