Creative Writing Class

Dream Diagnostic: Ignorance Can Be Bliss

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My writing has improved so much since I wrote this back in 2014. This is just a little story I had to write for my high school creative writing class. This piece inspired my other short story: Sanity. My other story Sanity is much better. This story is pretty bad so read at your own risk.

Ignorance Can Be Bliss

I was stranded in the middle of nowhere when I came upon a victorian style home with moss and vines covering the exterior. It was strange seeing this style of building in the middle of the forest. I quickly dismissed the thought and walked up to the old house. When I was only a few feet from the door, it swung open with brute force as a young girl came running out and into me. She seemed completely shaken up. She just glanced at me and then ran to the end of the dirt path that seemed to act as a driveway. She turned back and motioned for me to hurry and go to her. As I hurried over I asked her what was wrong.

"It's got him!" she cried, "I swear it has him!"

"I don't understand what's going on. Who has who?"

"The house, it has my brother, Thomas."

"Why don't you just stay out here and I'll go in and look for your brother," I said trying to have her calm down. She seemed as though she had lost her marbles.

I walked back up the dusty dirt path to the house. As I opened the door I could smell the signature musky scent that most old homes had. I walked through the dining room, looked into the kitchen, and searched all the rooms on the main level. I still couldn't find anyone there. I looked up at the eerie staircase and knew that I had to go look up there. As I climbed the rickety old stairs I could hear footsteps and rustling coming from one of the rooms.

"Thomas!" I called out.

The only response I got in return was silence. It seemed too quiet now and it scared me. I continued up the steps in search of her brother. I couldn't just leave him in this creepy house all alone, and his sister wasn't even in her right mind so she couldn't help him.

As I got to the top of the staircase I could only see one of the doors slightly open. I could see a small light coming from the room, sending a small stream of light through the dim hallway. Hesitantly, I walked over to it; walking slowly as to not make any of the old floor boards squeak. I raised my hand and grabbed the side of the door; pushing it the rest of the way open. I peered in and saw something strange. There was a young boy climbing out of the two-story window!

"No! Thomas, come back inside!" I cried.

As Thomas turned back to look at me I noticed that he was smirking. He just looked bizarre and a bit creepy. Then, he jumped. I rushed to the window expecting to see him laying on the ground with injuries, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I rushed downstairs and to the door to see where he'd gone and if he was alright. I went to open the door and realized that it wouldn't budge. I had been locked in! I went to the window to see if I could see either of the children, and I could. They were both shoving big pieces of furniture in front of the door. They were locking me in! I panicked and started banging on the window yelling at them to let me out. All they did was look at each other and laugh as I freaked out. Once I calmed down a bit I remembered how the boy jumped out the window.

I ran back up the stairs and into the room. I was about to climb out the window just as Thomas did. When I turned back to look in the room it was all blurry, I could barely see a thing. When everything became clear I could see that it wasn't the old dirty room it was before. It was my room, my bedroom. It had the same red walls and everything. I ran back down the stairs and noticed that I wasn't in an old house. I was in my own home far away from any creepy forests and old victorian homes. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. It seems unlikely to have actually happened, but it felt all too real to have just been a dream. I may never know for sure if it was real or not, but if it meant that I could believe that evil, creepy little kids didn't exist, then I was completely fine with not knowing.