My Short Stories

Stay With Me

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain was beating relentlessly against the cracked, drafty windows of the old, abandoned house hiding in the outskirts of town. The vicious winds washed against the aged wood house, sending a symphony of loud creaks and groans through its silent, empty halls. Marie stared at the old house noiselessly, debating on whether or not she should enter. The heavy rains had long since saturated her long black hair and dark clothes; the hand holding her flashlight in a death grip was trembling as she forced herself to walk up the old, slanted stairs. With a shaking hand she wrapped her fingers around the door knob and slowly turned it. With a loud creak, the door opened and she hesitantly took the first step into the darkness beyond.

Her flashlight carefully scanned over the rotting, dusty floor, barely highlighting the bottom of a staircase. The curiosity inside her spiked as she raised the light, showing the steps above. A soft creak behind her chilled her to the bone, giving her the motivation to grab the dust-coated handrail and rush up the dark, creaky stairs. Upon reaching the top, a bright flash of lightning lit the long hallway she was now in; squealing loudly as a figure appeared on the wall next to her. Maries flashlight fell from her hand and to the floor with a loud clatter, though she took no notice as she stumbled back and slammed into a wall. Pain shot through her shoulder like a bullet, but it was quickly forgotten as lights on the walls flickered and sparks exploded from one only a few feet from her head. She screamed and threw her arms over her face, shielding it from the sparks raining down on her. After the loud popping and sizzling had ceased, she raised her head and groaned at the 'ghost attack' she'd experienced.

"Get a grip Marie!" She hissed at herself, realizing that her 'ghost' had been nothing more than a mirror and a light switch she'd fallen against.

Pulling herself from the floor and brushing the dust from her dark jeans, she began to scan the ground for her missing flashlight. After a few minutes of searching, she gave up, figuring that it had probably rolled downstairs or something. She walked over to one of the many doors in the hallway, wondering if there was anything left in this house worth finding. When she tried to open it though, it wouldn't budge. With a shrug she went to the door across the hall, but, much to her annoyance, it was locked as well. Frustrated, she rushed to the next door, and the next, finding them all locked. She slowly walked to the last door at the end of the hall and grabbed the knob, not at all surprised that it wouldn't open. With a sigh, Marie walked back down the hall, but froze in place at the top of the top of the stairs when a long, loud creak groaned from behind her.

"Not possible..." She murmured, her voice trembling as she somehow made her body move to face the source of the noise, instantly regretting it at what she saw. The last door at the end of the hall was now wide open.

"We're gonna get you; we're gonna get you; run, hide, scream and cry, but we're gonna get you..." A soft, eerie voice crept through the empty hall; just before the lights went out.

A rolling noise filled the suddenly thick silence, not understanding what it was until the beam of her flashlight lit the hallway, revealing a figure mere feet away from her. A scream of pure terror was drowned out by the slamming of doors, and sourceless whispering, giggling, and screaming as she stood completely frozen staring at the figure before her. It was a young girl, no older than eight or nine, with long, messy blonde hair, pale eyes, a grimy teddy bear clutched in her hand, a dirty yellow bloodstained nightgown on, and her lower jaw appeared to have been viciously ripped from her face. Marie's thick eyeliner was now running down her face as she fell to her knees in fear induced tears. Her flashlight flickered slightly, before going out entirely; she snatched the flashlight from the floor, beating it feverishly with her hand, far more afraid of what could be in the darkness than what was in the light. It flickered back to life, and with a sigh of relief she shined it on an empty hallway. She, not wanting to stick around to see anything else, scrambled to her feet and turned to run down the stairs. A loud, faltering giggle behind her stopped her movements to escape; a chill running down her spine as she felt a cold breath on the back of her neck.

"Marie Nicole..." A soft, raspy, echoing voice, like the kind you hear in the movies, whispered in her ear. A loud sob escaped Marie's lips as she gripped her flashlight so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"W-What do you w-want?" She choked out, her tears flowing freely down her face as she clamped her eyes shut.

"You... Stay here and play..." It whispered as Marie felt a hand shove her hard from behind, sending her screaming body crashing down the stairs...

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain was beating against the cracked, drafty windows of the old, abandoned house hiding in the outskirts of town. The vicious winds washed against the aged wood house, sending a symphony of creaks and groans through its silent, empty halls. Sixteen-year old Carolyn smirked at the old house, unable to control her urge to prove the stories of this house were phony. She moved her soaked, frozen body up the porch steps and threw open the front door, slowly glancing around the large, dusty foyer. Moving a few feet into the room, she jumped when something small fell to the floor with a soft, tinkling noise. Bending over to pick up the object, she realized it was a screw but thought nothing of it, the house was old and falling apart so she just needed to be careful. Moving further into the room, she was entirely unaware that screws were being pulled from the chandelier high above her head by a girl with long black hair and gruesome bruises on her arms, face, and neck...