I fell to my knees. I looked around and in the faint of the moonlight from the small bay window I saw photographs. As I looked closer I saw they were photos of people in mid torture. I got up and started to back away and stopped when something hit my back. It felt like a human body. I slowly turned to see rotted carcass hanging from the ceiling. The smell that took over my senses was horrid. I started to look for a way out when I see it. The thing that has done this. The thing that is after me. The thing that wants me dead. I back away till I cannot back away an inch more. I look beside me and see what looks like an arrow or spear. I grab it and lunge towards it and puncture it in the chest. I soon see its a man and watch him fall to the floor to hopefully bleed out to his death. I walk out of a small wooden door in what I'm pretty sure was the kitchen. I find myself back in the woods and I turn bid my final goodbyes to this horrid house of death and run. I run till I get to a small road and start walking.

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The House Within
Short StoryA short story I wrote for Halloween (actually an English assignment I wrote on Halloween )