Horror Tales

The Portrait

April 16th, 2005. My grandmother just passed away a few days ago. She gave me her house and everything in it in her will. I decided that I am going to live there for a few days. The house is next to a cemetery, where she is burried, and is surrounded by a spiked fence. I walk into the house and look around. When you walk into the house, the first room you enter is a long hallway with a few photos of me and my brothers from when we were younger.

I walk down the hallway and enter the door at the end. Which leads to a stair hall. I climb up the stairs and at the top there is a painting of my grandmother sitting in a chair, my grandfather standing behind her and my two uncles one standing on each side. My grandfather is looking towards a window, where it looks like you can see another face.

I walk up the stairs to the bedroom. I find a room I like and lie down for some shut eye. I wake up at 2:05 A.M. to something scratching at the bedroom door. I get up and open the door, no-one is there. I walk down the steps and look around and still see no-one.

I shrug it off and head back to bed. I stop halfway up the stairs and looked at the portrait again. My grandfather was now looking at me and the face in the window was gone. I ran back to my bedroom and shut the door. I lay back down and shut my eyesfor a second. When I opened them, a tall man is standing at the foot of my bed.

I closed my eyes agian, and when I opened my eyes, the man is on my bed face to face with me. He smiled and all you can see is his yellow staind and cracked teeth. Before I knew it he was biteing at my neck, ripping my throat open. He keeps biteing and tearing at me. As I lay there bleeding to death and in pain. Finally everything starts to go black.