Horror

BLANK SIGN DRIVEWAY

My neighborhood is pretty rural. There's a nice creek
that I sit by sometimes, with lots of trees and foliage.
It's a good place to go for my daily jogs. I would
always go past the creek and into a more woodland
area with another creek with a miniature waterfall.
Also, there was this long gravel driveway with a blank
wooden sign on it. I never knew if anyone lived there.
I had really enjoyed going for my scenic daily jogs.
But I don't anymore now. In fact, I feel pretty
unsettled about where I live after what happened.
I was once going for a morning jog, and when I got to
the blank sign driveway, I noticed something on the
ground at the beginning of the driveway. Coming
closer, I saw it was a crumpled piece of paper. My
curiosity got to me, and I opened up the paper.
"If you wish to partake in our gatherings, look for the
blank sign driveway."
That was all that was written on the paper. It seemed
like some sort of invitation that someone rudely
crumpled up and threw on the ground. So I got even
more curious. I kept the paper in a pocket and
continued my jog.
The next morning, I couldn't stop thinking about that
place. What did the paper mean by "gatherings"? What
is going on in there? I couldn't help but see for
myself. I brought my knife just in case shit hit the fan
when I went in there. I wanted to be prepared for the
worst.
I left my house and walked to the driveway, excited
and nervous at the same time. Butterflies were
flapping in my stomach. I went down the driveway
and found a big, white house. It was a very run-
down, country-looking house that seemed
abandoned.
I knocked on the door once, and no one answered. I
tried to open it and noticed it was unlocked. I opened
it up and, to my surprise, there was no furniture in
the house.
It looked like the house was put up for sale. The walls
were white and bare. The house seemed pretty clean,
but there were no pictures or objects anywhere. I
didn't see dirt, dust, or anything. I found a staircase
and went upstairs. When I heard people talking at the
end of the hallway on the second floor, I nearly
jumped out of my skin. My heart was pumping faster
then it ever had.
I checked to make sure my knife was still in my
pocket. I felt safer with it. I walked toward the end of
the hallway and saw a closed, white door. I put my
ear up to it to hear if that was where the talking was
coming from, and what I heard from that room
horrified me. I heard someone screaming and crying.
Over the screaming I heard, "You're only making this
harder for yourself, just accept it!"
My adrenaline immediately kicked in, so I took out my
knife and ran into the room. There were people in the
room who were not clothed; they were completely
naked even though it was barely twenty degrees
outside.
There was a dead body on the floor with its stomach
ripped open. The unfortunate man's genitals were
ripped off as well, lying next to the carcass. One of
the people were eating at the insides of the body;
actually chewing and swallowing as if he were an
animal. I wanted to drop the knife and run, but shock
glued my feet to the floor.
The rest of the people were just watching this guy
eat the insides of this man. They all suddenly locked
eyes with me. I panicked and threw my knife at the
one who was eating the man. He screamed, the sound
more animal than human, and gave chase.
I immediately sprinted downstairs, out the door, down
the driveway, and all the way home. What I saw there
I fear will never leave my mind. It may just have been
a bad dream, but all I know is, I'm never walking near
this place again. The fact that I live right near that
house keeps me up at night.