Short Stories By Rebel 28426

The Yearly Haunted House

A/N: sorry for the long wait, but school and laziness are powerful forces. Anyways, here's a Halloween themed story for Halloween, and to hoping that it won't be months until I publish again, Enjoy!
P.s. image above is from here: http://pacesettingtimesonline.com/area-halloween-activities/

For children Halloween is a time of fun. Dressing up as your favorite character and getting free candy. For those who are older and braver, there’s haunted houses. At the corner of a street indistinguishable from any others there was one such haunted house. This particular haunted house had three figures standing outside it. A pirate, a skeleton, and a knight arguing.

“Come on, it will be fun,” the pirate said, to the skeleton. “Besides, it’s not even that scary.”

“I don’t know guys, I really don’t like the look of this place,” the skeleton whispered.

“Please, I’ve been in other haunted houses like this before,” the knight responded, rather flippantly. “They all seem scary at first until you notice all the cheap decorations.”

“Guys, there are no cheap decorations,”the skeleton whispered, with an edge of panic.

The pirate was fed up, and angrily said, “you already agreed to this, and we’ve got our phones to call our parents with if something goes wrong. So let’s go.”

The pirate and knight marched forward. The skeleton, shaking slightly, followed. The pirate moved to knock on the door. The door opened on its own. “See, motion activated,”the knight explained. “This is a better haunted house. That's why there’s no cheap decorations.” the skeleton only whimpered in fear.

The pirate rolled his eyes and entered. “Hello,” the pirate yelled. “We’re here for the haunted house.” No response came. They walked into the house. The lights flickered. On and off. On and off. The floorboards squeaked beneath their feet cutting through the silence. The shuffling of their shoes masked the whispers of their breathing. The skeleton quivered behind the pirate and the knight.

The door banged shut. The skeleton squeaked in fear. The pirate and the knight looked at the skeleton, then each other. They sighed and shrugged, deciding it wasn’t worth the argument The group continued on into the house. This time with more caution in their steps.

They found a room full of pictures hung up on the walls. Each picture had the date and place marked on it. “Why would they have these here?” the knight asked.

“Look, each one is on October thirty-first,” the pirate said. “And they’ve been all over the country with the same house.”

“Is no one paying attention to the most important detail?” the skeleton said in his loudest voice yet. “The pictures go back decades.”

The three figures shared a glance of unease. Whatever was about to be said was interrupted. A scream tore through the house. A person in a ripped costume ran towards the group. They tensed up, ready to run. The person collapsed. Their momentum carried them to the feet of the group. The skeleton hid behind the pirate. The person raised their head, and with a rasping breath said their final two words, “g-get out.”

The knight walked up to the figure, ignoring the warnings from the skeleton. He checked their pulse. “They’re dead, and they’re not some kind of animatronic,” he said.

“Can we please leave now?” the skeleton squeaked, panicking.

“Okay,” the pirate agreed. “Let’s call our parents and get out of here.”

They ran towards the door. Their shoes pounding on the floor. The dialtones of their phones cut through the silence. They reached the door. “It’s locked,” the skeleton exclaimed, looking back at the other two. “Um, guys, what’s that?”

The pirate and the knight turned. They expected a monster more grotesque than a gorgon or deadlier than a dragon. All they saw was nothing. The house was disappearing. Being eaten up by a dark fog, and it was inching ever closer.

At this moment a voice came out of the skeleton’s phone, “hello, what’s the problem, son?” the voice said.

The skeleton fumbled for his phone. “Dad, we went into a haunted house, there were some weird pictures on the wall, a dead guy showed up, and now we’re locked in it with some weird darkness coming towards us,” the skeleton screamed.

“Okay, son, I need you to take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on, slowly,” the skeleton’s father said, trying to get him to calm down. But, there was no response. “Son? Son?”

The phone call ended, but not before the father heard the most bone chilling, skin crawling, haunting, and horrifying voice say four ominous words. “What?” the skeleton’s father exclaimed, into the void of the phone. “Who is this? Where is my son? And what did you mean by see you next year?”

But, no response came, and the phone, almost mockingly, stayed silent in his hand.