The Book of Creepy

The House of Nightmares

Scarlett Themone had spent a lengthy amount of her day driving in her musty and cramped car. She originally planned to arrive at her brothers house later that day for a family reunion, but the horrible storm and nightmarish traffic worked against her plan. The rain beat down on her windshield and it was growing harder to see the road. Scarlett could barely make out the headlights heading her way on the opposite side of the road, so she decided to pull over for the night. When she was driving down the street, she noticed a bed and breakfast to her right. Thank god she thought to herself as she pulled into the driveway.
She grabbed her bag and locked her car door. The house looked innocent enough. It might have been built around the 30s. Very home-y. She walked up the pathway that lead to a few steps and a front door. She was soon greeted with a kind-faced old woman. Scarlett made arrangements with the woman to stay the night and leave the next day. After paying for a night, the woman- who Scarlett now knew as Anne- showed Scarlett to her room for the night. Anne left her to the room since it was going on 10:00 and both women were growing very tired.
Scarlett felt very welcomed to the house; however, the loud sound of what she assumed to be bees outside of her window next to the full-sized bed was unsettling. Bees and really any kind of similar insects were not usually so active and vivid late at night. Shaking it off, Scarlett got in the bed deciding she needed rest since she knew she'd be doing more driving the next day.
After what seemed like forever of laying in the bed, she decided to get up and find a bathroom. She had never found it easy to fall asleep in new surroundings. Shortly down the hallway, Scarlett found a bathroom and enjoyed a sufficient cup of water. The whole time, she had a spine chilling feeling of being watched from behind. She doubted any real danger, but she turned her head just to make sure. To her shock, there was nothing in the corner, but she was still left with a spooked feeling so she headed back to her room.
Once she reached her room, she quickly walked in and closed the door. When she pushed the door to close it, however, rather than catching the lock and hearing the satisfactory click, the door made a bump sound and didn't close all the way as if it hit something or someone. Scarlett stopped in her tracks, knowing this wasn't supposed to happen. She turned around to see what was wrong. The door ricocheted on whatever unknown force it came into contact with and slowly opened again revealing a short little boy with ghostly white skin, dark hair, and empty black eyes. The door came to a halt, and all at once the little boy dashed toward Scarlett at a sudden and lightning-like speed. This intense moment woke Scarlett up out of her nightmare in a cold sweat and with heavy breaths.
Scarlett was left very unsettled after this hyper-realistic dream, but she slowly began to calm down. She still wasn't quite comfortable with being in this new setting, and what was and
was not a dream became a blur. She glared around in the darkness of her room trying to comprehend what was going on and she felt a rush of fear when she looked up and noticed a pair of pinprick white pupils. They appeared to belong to something of nine feet in height or taller, but no body could be seen and they were nearly unnoticeable by them selves. But once Scarlett locked gaze with the glowing eyes, she didn't mistake them for just a trick of the dark. She knew right then that they were there. And they were bone chilling.
The rest of the night was a blur. Scarlett was just happy to pull the covers off of her head when it was finally morning. She grabbed her packed bag (she never felt the need to unpack it) and ran downstairs. She was greeted with Anne and a plate of bacon and eggs.
"Did you sleep well?" Anne asked.
"Not exactly. I had horrible nightmares." Scarlett replied honestly.
"Oh my. You get those too? Almost everyone that stays here says that too. I'm dreadfully sorry. I've heard they can feel quite realistic at times too. That's why I never stay here. I stay at my house down the road. How peculiar."
"Did you say most people that stay hear have nightmares too?" Scarlett asked.
"Why yes. I'm not quite sure why. It has been like that ever since I've owned this house. I've never been sure what the cause of these dreams have been. It has always seemed a bit unnatural." Anne tried her best to answer Scarlett.
"Well thanks for the breakfast and bed anyway, Anne. I'll be sure to remember this place if I ever need to stop again." Scarlett said this to be polite, but she new she would never be back. With that she soon finished eating, packed her car back up, waved to Anne goodbye, and left. Never to return.