Little Cup of Horror

Shadows

   My name is Chey, and my story begins in the small town known as Rifle. We had just moved into a small house that belonged to my grandmother, who I didn't know much about. All I do know or did know was that my mom stopped talking to her when I was ten I believe and that was about it. Mom never talked much about grandma, and anytime I would ask she would avoid the question as if I had never asked it in the first place.

    Anyway, I had walked into the house amazed by how well taken care of it was. The neighbors had told us that grandma needed help with, well, everything. She was so old and she had so many things wrong with her. I remember mom yelling to them saying that grandma refused to ask her for help because of some pride thing, but that wasn't true. I knew better, but they didnt.

    The house was beautiful and I wanted to stay but mom wanted to sell everything as if she was trying to run away from something. I waited until she left to go run an errand after realizing it was getting late and we would have to stay the night here. I went upstairs and began to look around. I was impressed by the neatly made bedrooms that looked to have been waiting for a long time for someone to visit.

    I soon came across a room in the far back that was opened. When I stepped inside I saw pink everywhere almost. The room was a girl's room. I thought it looked like the perfect room of my dreams. As I walked over to the window to open it and let the dust out I heard something move behind me. I quickly turned and saw there was something underneath the bed. It looked like a book, and old tattered book. As I reached down and picked it up, I felt the air in the room become colder. The sun went behind the clouds and I headed a scream.

     When I looked up the door slammed shit locking me inside. The pink room changed into a wet, decaying, rotten room that smelt of mold. I dropped the book and closed my eyes. I didn't open them until I heard my mother call me. She had just gotten home. When I opened my eyes I was confused and spooked. Everything was back to how it once was.

    "What the hell...?" I thought, but before I  could even finish my thought I ran out of there as quickly as I had entered.
  
    I didn't go near that room until the next day when mom and I were cleaning out the rooms nearby. The neighbors decided to help us with the heavy lifting. It was quite helpful, but I seemed to have noticed something in the hallway nearby us. It looked like a person.

   When I spoke to it, "Hello...?" All the doors around us slammed shut locking mom in the room we were working in. She screamed as if something at had attacked her. The neighbors ran out of the house leaving alone to break into the room. As I slammed my weight into the door, I heard something that I can't describe. Whatever it was froze me in place. "Oh dear god, " I thought.
     All of a sudden, I saw something ooze out from underneath the door to my feet. It was blood... I screamed in horror, but the next thing I knew I was in a police station being questioned. From that moment on I have seen this shadow like person watching me everywhere I go. It has been about five years, and I have been locked up for murder. That shadow is still there, and I swear that every night the guard says how many days I have left until my exhaustion it begins to laugh.