•SHORT STORYS•

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WARNINGS: gayness, monster shit, other stuff, gore but not too much, mates, fantasy, etc.

This one was one of my first, so excuse any weird shit you may see.
It's about a boy called Lance and his best friend; Krista. They go exploring in an old house and find someone who wishes to be left alone for the rest of eternity after the monster she fell in love with killed her.
Unfortunately for Lance this monster, remembers him from a past life and will do anything to win his mates favor. But he is more beast than man right now, so some things get lost in translation. Oh and the dead woman, she gets lost in her madness, for seeing the one she fell for fall in love with another....

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"On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we taking?" Implored lance with a smile creeping onto his freckled face.
"Well I've never had to put it on a scale before so maybe, a hard 6" Krista replied her hands twisting into the floral design of her bed spread, "...6?" Lance cried , "A hard 6!" Krista hastily exclaimed with a wave of her hand, like she was attempting to add some effects to make it sound better then it was.

"That's not even on the scale!" Lance ranted, his eyebrows raising even higher.
"Oh I'm soooo sorry, But it looks like we are running out of options for shit we can do tonight" Krista countered, with a smug smile settling on her cream skin, "besides," she continued "I've always wanted to see what all that fuss is about!"
"Fuss, it's an abandoned house?! How much fuss can it get! It's been here longer then i have!" Lance objected, hands settling on his slim, plaid covered waist.

"Come on Lance, you can chose what we do next time, please!" Krista begged whipping out the worst puppy dogs eyes Lance has ever seen.
"Fineee! Just stop with that face, god!" Lance cried, eyes squinted in horror.
Krista yelled in excitement before both she and Lance grabbed their shoes and bags, Krista with black vans and plain black backpack, and Lance with ankle high black converse with rubber toes on them and a brown backpack with multiple useless zips.

Creeping down the stairs and through the house to the front door as to not awaken anyone else, they made it to the door in under a minute. It was well into winter and the frosted air was very crisp tonight, the snow crunched under foot adding to to spooky atmosphere.

"So what is the story behind this house?" Lance asked through chattering teeth,
"Well it's said that once there was a witch that live in the house, and she was a down right cow to everyone and everything. But one day a stunning man stumbled upon her, naked and confused, and like magic she fell for him. He told her that he was looking for someone, someone who he held dear, the witch asked him many questions to help him find his loved one but he could not answer even one." Krista explains, rubbing her hand together in hope to generate some warmth, as they walked down the ever darking street.

"The witch, invited the man to stay with her until they could find away to help him. Over time the witch fell more & more deeply for the man, who was oblivious to her affections towards him. She came up with a thought that maybe she was the loved one he was looking for, but perhaps he had gotten confused and lost in the cold winter woods looking for her, so when he finally arrived he was frost bitten and so close to death that he couldn't even remember his own name let alone hers. She came to him with her twisted delusion, begging him to see reason that she was the one his looking for. Angered and confused he shouted at her that she was not it, that she couldn't be it. That night the man left and it's said that days tumbled into weeks with no sight on the witch, so the townsfolk came to door in concern only to find that her home and been painted red with her blood and flesh. So they left the house thinking it was cursed, and to this day still no one dares to enter without fearing to lose a part of their sanity."
Krista finished with a deep intake of breath.

"Jesus Christ.." Lance whispered slowing to a stop, both his and Krista's eyes lock onto the lone isolated house, free from the lights and clutter of the houses.

The old house was no more than a shack on its foundations. How long the shivering walls could withstand the beckoning call of gravity, was unknown. Weeds and rats are the only thing that appeared to occupy this thing that stood on shaky legs before them.

"Well, I guess this is it" Lance said attempting to break the solum silent that had fallen over them. "You first.." Krista whispered, hand twisting to together in her ever present anxiety.
"Together?" Lance asked, eyes crawling from the house to lock onto hers "together" she repeats.

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"Lady's first.." Lance whispered while nudging Krista towards the door, that looked to be holding on to the fame but pure will.
"Like hell I'm going first, you go" she growled out.
Lance reached out and grabbed Krista's hand in iron clad grip and walked on hand in hand to the door, Lance reached one shaking hand out that they both knew wasn't shaking from the cold, to nudge the door open just enough for them to see in.

Krista huffed and reached a hand out and gave a light shove to the ancient door who in turn creaks open, moving open a centimeter at a time. It could move faster, but the wood of the door has grown moldy and soft with water and neglect, and if she pushed it harder, she'd probably push right through the door. They stood there, looking into the crumbling house, for what though was unsure, movement perhaps, a sign danger?

Once satisfied with their in inspection they moved inward, with Lance leading the way. Once inside, a thick coating of dust and mold coats everything. They step tentatively, as there are already several dark holes where floorboards have snapped, weak from mold and pressured downwards by the weight of the gigantic dust bunnies that have formed. Cobwebs hang from the roof almost blanketing it, getting thinker as they walk deeper into the house. A shiver rushes down Lance's spine. He can't tell what, but there is something unbelievably spooky about this place.

Their echoing footsteps invaded the silence that hung like a cloak around the house. A thick carpet of dust clung to every object, the rays of moonlight shine through the shattered glass windows catching on the particles suspended in the stagnant air. Lance and Krista moved deliberately, dust billowing into clouds as they passed. They continued to move through the house, kicking up more dust until it was difficult to see through the billions of particles that now swirled in the air. Then they came to a door, faded green, paint curling with age, brass handle almost consumed by a thick network of cobwebs, reaching out, Lance turned it and pushed the door open once more although this time the soft sound of the door creaking open felt like a scream in the silents of the house.

The door opened to a living room of sorts, there was an old chair to their right, molded and broken resting on a table that was turned on its side that was just as broken as the chair that lent against it. One red carpet now a dull brown with mold and water stains littering the it, the large window directly across from the door they were at shone brightly with the moonlight that was spilling in from it, framed by gray torn curtains.

"It's kinda, beautiful.. in a creeping, depressing way" Krista spoke, while walking into the room, eyes wide with amazement, "silent beauty" Lance agreed softy, following Krista in.

As soon a Lance had passed the threshold of the door, an ominous feeling took seat in his stomach screaming to run, to escape. Lance whipped his head around looking for the source of this feeling, while walking back towards Krista and the window.

"...Krista..." Lance whispered, breath short and sharp, " I think something is in here with us" he breathed. Krista spun quickly "I don't see anything" she sputtered, "oh god, if we die Krista I'm gonna spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was your fault!" Lance growled out as his back hit the window.
"That's cool, I wouldn't mind having company while being a ghost" Krista smiled shakily as her back had to hit the wall.

I slow sobbing stole their attention, it sounded sad and angry. "I think it's coming from behind the table" Lance mumbled with fear.
"Oh god Lance," krista cried softly "I don't wanna die"she hiccuped.

There was another sound , it was like the chipped nails catching and dragging on the old carpet. Krista's usual rosy complexion became gaunt. They prayed, willing the sound to fade and die. But it did not, Then the scrapping was accompanied by a almost whispered scream. Then it's stepped into the light.

The end... or is it?
~WHITEDRESS24