Short Horror Stories

Burglary

[Content warning: Mentions of suicide]

It's almost in the middle of the night when I lay my eyes on the old mansion before me.

A beautiful old house, with well-kept gardens and giant windows looking out over the land around it as if it's king of all. For some, such a building is a dream, yet for others it is nothing short of a nightmare.

There hangs a deadly silence in the air, one that makes me shiver.

I chuckle softly because of my own reaction.

Because, tonight I'm the one who is feared.

The thought really hits me hard now, making me quiver.

I'm the evil going into that house tonight.

The one who will be taking things from a place the owners might call home.

I'm the uninvited guest.

The one desecrating a home and making the people living in it feel forever unsafe.

I'm a burglar.

I hate it. I hate it so much.

That sickening feeling... will I ever get used to this?

Because if it's going to go the right way, I will have no choice but to continue it.

I guess I really have hit rock bottom, the darkest pit I might never climb out of again.

I just hope I won't drag my family down with me, but then again... Haven't I already?

This attempt...

"Yo Ralph!" My fellow evildoer whisper-yells at me: "Earth to Ralph!"

"Yes, what is it, Stephen?"

"Are we going in or what?"

I nod: "Alright."

The man shakes his head: "That doesn't sound very convincing, once you're done with this job you'll be rich!"

"There will be another job after that, knowing the boss and you."

He shrugs: "Never the one to be happy with something, eh?" He continues rather loudly: "You know, at least now you might be able to pay those hospital bills for your ch-"

"Shut it!" I hiss: "They might hear us!"

Stephen stops immediately, I haven't known him for that long and I guess he's never seen me angry or frustrated before.

We remain quiet for a minute, but nothing happens.

Stephen starts to giggle, the terribly annoying kind. He's probably already scared, just trying to hide it.

Making our way towards the house's back door, Stephen takes out a couple of tools, lockpicks of all kinds.

That's the thing he's best in and it might be the only thing.

His tools move swiftly until we both hear a faint 'click'.

The door is now open...

Before we enter I take another glance around the area, it's dark and I can't see much. Though I get the feeling that we're being watched from somewhere.