Short Stories

Abandoned House

            The leaves rustled and the crows cawed. A storm was brewing, so it was cold outside, a shiver - oh so cold out, cold and dark it was. The rusty door knob I opened, slowly, oh so slowly, and when I got inside, the door shut. Slam! I tried to get out, but the door, it didn't open. Worried I couldn't escape, I investigated the scary house. From a distance, I heard the creak of an old door, then bam! the door shut. There was a bright light in the corner, and I was attracted to it. The golden light soon moved, forcing me to chase after it. Running after it, I tripped. Was it my own feet? I think not! Looking down, I saw a foot... not mine, but someone who I don't know. It wasn't attached to anything, just a foot. I screamed so loud that I could hear echoes in the darkness of the house, like a faint shriek of a little girl, falling to her death.

                  Laying on the rough ground, I looked up. There hung a bloody doll with white eyes, staring into my soul. She hung on a noose, awaiting her next victim. The smell of blood and dead flesh floated in the air. Then I was moving, fast, but not with my own body. There was someone dragging me. I screamed but then was muffled with a cloth. It tasted old and gross, like an old lady's house smell. All I could see, was black. Darkness surrounded me. "HELP" but nobody heard me. A chainsaw sounded, and I knew there was a white masked guy in my presence. There was no escape. None. My stomach turned and I tried for the last time to get free. Tired from trying, I lay there, on the cold floor. I had given up.