Her Killer Shadow

It was pitch black outside. Clouds covered the sky and the glow of the moon; the street lights were dim and provided what little light there was. Far away from any civilization was an old, dilapidated house. The paint was a washed-out grey and was peeling off the walls it used to cover. The shutters hung by one hinge and looked as if one strong breeze would blow them off for good. The roof had holes in it, and the wooden structure underneath, showing through in one or two places, looked like it was about to collapse from the amount of weight it had to hold up, or what was left of it. The door wasn't in good shape, and neither were the windows. The door was made of wood, now old and used, but still worked like it was supposed to, keeping things out, and other things in. Some windows were merely broken shards of glass and the holes were covered in wooden boards nailed to the wall as a last attempt to repair them; others were in a good enough condition to be left as they were. Some say the house was like this because it was abandoned; those people would be right. In fact, nobody had lived there for decades, and no one was brave enough to move in, no matter how cheap it was. Some people thought it was just too old to be saved; others won't go near it because they thought it would be walking into their own final resting area. It was the perfect place to be killed and for your murderer to get an 'out of jail free' pass. No one would be able to hear your pleas for help.

Covered in cobwebs and layered with dust, this was the last place anyone wanted to be. Too bad for Ryan Fox, he was stuck there until someone came to get him. If anyone came to get him, that is. He was stuck in what was the last place he wanted to be, with no way to escape. The door locked from the outside apparently, and his so called 'friends'trapped him inside the second his feet touched the carpet that was inside the house. He had spent at least an hour banging on the door, trying to get them to unlock it; looks like bad luck was on his side today as it only succeeded in making his voice hoarse and his throat sore. He could even hear their laughter as they listened to his feeble attempts to escape. What kind of house had a door that locked from the outside anyways? It was such an absurd idea that he hadn't even thought it possible.

Laying on the creaking wooden floors in what appeared to be the living room, Ryan sighed; his eyes moving to lazily gaze at the ceiling. His usually chocolate brown eyes seemed dull and lifeless; his attitude displayed the same feeling of boredom, which he found no use of hiding. How did his friends convince him to go in there in the first place? They didn't need to use force. All they had to do was dare him to go inside, simple as that. Usually, this wouldn't' be enough to get anyone inside such a creepy house, but Ryan's pride and ego was too big for him to say no. He thought he would be able to run if he was too scared, but he forgot how devious his friends could be. But how was he supposed to know his friends were evil enough to turn on someone they had known for years? Questions ran through his head over and over again. How could he be so stupid in the first place?

Nothing had happened to him yet, and for this reason, he was glad. Placing his arms behind his head, his hands ran through his chestnut brown hair as he lied down to get himself comfy. Not liking the silence he had been surrounded in since he got here, Ryan carelessly started to hum one of his favorite songs. It wasn't something he did often, but no one would be able to hear him, and he knew that; his image he had tried so hard to attain wouldn't be affected in the slightest bit. Not quite comfortable enough to sleep, his eyes started to wonder, curiously darting around from one thing to another as his humming turned into soft singing. Even though no one lived in this house, it was still well furnished and many items decorated the room he was in. Ryan pondered the idea that who ever lived here last must have been in a hurry or did not want the things left in the house. He did not want to think about the possibility that they were killed here for he thought it was nothing more than a rumor and didn't want to think about things that could possibly scare him even more. But it really was a rumor that the wife had killed both herself and her husband, taking the life of her five year old daughter as well. It was said that her sister was killed in a car crash on the way to her last day of rehab and the wife just lost it. She still had a child to take care of though, and Ryan didn't want to believe she killed the little girl just because her sister died. He felt sorry for her loss, but he felt that if he was in that position, he would have at least let the daughter live; she practically had her whole life ahead of her for goodness sakes!