It was a cold summer's night and the house down the street was still pitch black inside like it always was. Ever since that couple died inside, no one's ever gone back into the house. This whole town is scared of what could be in there. But I'm not.
As I was looking out my window I saw a slight flicker in the house. The house that gave everyone in this town nightmares.
So I fell asleep and the next morning I skipped school. I went to the front door of the Raven house and pushed it open. I took one step in and saw this candle lit. I walked towards it and I saw this letter that said whoever blows this candle out shale die.
I thought it was just a prank some random kid put in the house, so I blew it out. Then I went to bed that night and dreamt of a shadow of light coming into my room and watching me. I was so scared from my dream that I woke up. As I opened my eyes I saw something terrifying. There was a candle in my room the same one from the Raven house and it only had a little bit left of its wick.
So I figured why blow it out it is just going to burn out anyway, but the stench it gave off was horrific. It made my room smell like dirty gym socks and spinach or what I thought death would smell like. I tried to ignore it and succeeded. I then soon after fell asleep and never woke up again. The wick of the candle was the amount of time I had left to live.
I died the same way the couple in the house died from the little candle that shows up every five years to kill another innocent person, steal their soul, and fuel the candle flame. I just hope the next soul the candle takes isn't yours.
The End!
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Horror In The First Degree
Short StoryThis is a book full of short horror/campfire stories