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so like this is like my first real (?) story I've written. If you miraculously seem to find yourself liking pls vote, comment and all that jazz also like this chapter literally came off the topic because we're studying gothic horror in English so I thought why not give it a shot well anyway enjoy! :)
I was walking through the narrow hall of the dreary, old house when I felt a chill run down my spine. I quickened my pace as I wandered through the house, it was dark and the smell of ashes mixed with moss and dust hit my nose. I was looking around at the shattered windows and old worn wood with a dim flashlight when suddenly a something grabbed my wrist. Thoughts of who or what had grabbed me ran through my mind, I started to panic, I wanted to scream. I got ready to run when a hand was slapped around my mouth and I had been spun around to be faced with my best friend Clarice. The panic had sub sided and wave of relief washed over me.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked her in a frantic manner, still a little a shocked from earlier.
"I could ask you the same question Jacqueline" she answered in a motherly tone. She had used my full name too so that can't be any good. She only ever used my full name when she was upset with me or when I did something stupid, usually those went hand in hand.
"Well um I was uhm looking for my cat?" I tried to make up an excuse, but I knew she wouldn't buy it anyway because she just had motherly instinct I guess you could call it?
"Right and I'm famous" she replied unamused. "Alright fine, I was told about this house. It's supposedly haunted and that no one has ever made it out alive so being myself I wanted to try and prove to them that is nothing but a silly story." I said to her and laughed nervously.
Clarice threw me a look that was all too familiar. It was the 'what the hell are you doing, and I hope you know what you're doing is stupid' look. "Well that's stupid, you're stupid" she mumbled but I heard and just chuckled at her and told her that it was fine. We were walking along the hall when we ended at the top of staircase. To where though? A basement? A secret chamber? Who knows? Curiosity was starting to grow inside me. What was down there? I wanted to explore it, but I knew Clarice would say no so I made a mental note to come back later when she wasn't with me.
"Hey Clarice... Clarice?" I quickly turned around when she didn't answer me. She was gone, she just disappeared, and I hadn't even heard walk away. I rushed out of the house and cried out her name "CLARICE". Where was she? I started to worry...bad, had she gone home? I hope so. Yeah that's what happened, she went home. I started to walk home when I noticed it was growing dark and should probably go and check on Clarice. A few minutes of walking passed, and I found myself on her doorstep.
She lived in a very nice house it was a large two storey white house that was lit up by fairly lights at the front. I walked up to the door and rang their doorbell, the door opened revealing her mother, she looked as though he hadn't been resting properly for days. Her hair was messy, and there were bags under eyes. She was a sweet woman, she'd always treat me as her own daughter when ever I was over so seeing her like this was saddening.
"Hello Ms Royce, I was wondering if Clarice came home?" I asked her with concern.
"No...she hasn't, I figured she was with you?" She answered, the worry in her voice was evident.
"Well she was but then she just disappeared, so I thought she just walked home but I guess not. Maybe she'll come home later?" I tried to comfort her, but something felt wrong. Very wrong.
"Yeah maybe-" her voice trailing off as she seemed to speak to no one in particular, would you like to come in for a drink or something dear?" she asked me gently. I politely declined and told her I'd best be on my way, so my own parents didn't worry.
I was on my way home when an usually cool breeze picked up out of nowhere, I guess I should've brought a sweater with me. I finally arrived at my house and took off my shoes. I went inside and noticed a note on the table that read 'Jackie we'll be out for a bit but there's lasagne in the fridge for dinner love you. -mum'. Hmmm I guess I'll be alone for dinner tonight. I got up and warmed the lasagne up and quickly finished up then put my plate in the sink. I walked up the stairs getting ready for bed. As I was brushing my teeth I couldn't shake the feeling of someone staring at me, watching me...analysing me. I felt uneasy, but I decided to brush it off and went to my room and got ready for sleep when suddenly that same chill went through my room and eventually through my body.
I pulled the covers up trying to get as warm as possible. Trying to get sleep I quietly hummed to myself, soon after I was out, sleep consumed me but still the feeling of intruding eyes never left.
