Short Horror Stories

Home sweet home

I feel the cold object in the palm of my hand as it's being handed to me.

A key.

I've saved up enough for my own place and feel a sense of joy as the small object almost freezes my hand.

However the temperature of it changes quickly as the warmth in my hand turns the object lukewarm.

The old man before me, still seems a little on edge.

"You remember what I've told you before right? You can still give back the key if you don't want this place."

I smile at him: "You know I don't mind, things just happen and that doesn't mean it will happen twice in the same place."

"I wasn't talking about you at all!" He quickly responds: "I know that you are a good man, but that's why I wanted to warn you."

"Sir, I believe I can handle it. I will burn the incense you gave me every evening before bed, just like you told me."

A cool breeze passes us by, taking with it the air of the early rotting leaves.

"I've told you before and I will tell you again."

I want to stop him, but as I open my mouth he waves his hand to silence me.

"In that house lived a monster, a horrible murderer, if you notice anything strange. Leave immediately, contact me and I will have another place for you to stay. I know you won't, but don't forget the incense."

After nodding along politely he finally allows me to enter the place, though still with worry-filled eyes.

He repeats himself one last time that I have to take the incense into every room before it's out.

We wish each other goodbye, but the old man seems to only leave after I've closed the door behind me. He is an odd fellow.

It doesn't matter, I should now focus on how I want everything to be placed inside.

The furniture I had bought has already been left in my new home since yesterday and it's now up to me to place them where I want them.

I light a candle, it's already growing dark outside.

I'm glad that I finished this quickly.

Even though the house is small, I'm so glad I was able to get it.

When I first entered it for reviewing it already gave me that homey and familiar feeling that no other place had ever given me before.

Not even the home I lived in as a child.

As I was told I light the incense and take it with me into each room, until I finally arrive in my bedroom and leave it on the bedstand.

I blow out the candle and lie down to sleep for the first time in my new home.