this story is gonna end soon because it's like a short story but oh well, hope u enjoyed :)
Worry was painted all over their faces. What was that? I quickly nodded to them and ran off, I had to figure what the hell that was. The house. It had to be coming from the house. I ran as fast I could over there.
When I arrived at the house, the same cold that took over me last had greeted me again except now it spreading through my entire body and it felt like it was seeping into my bones. Something was wrong. Something or someone was playing an evil game and I felt like the only way to stop whatever was happening was to play. Whispers. I heard whispers that sounded like a feminine voice luring me into the house. I was hesitant to go in so I took careful steps towards the door.
The door creaked opened and the whispers got louder and angrier. I stepped further into the house and different smells lingered in the air but I could smell perfume? That's strange you wouldn't expect to smell lavender in a haunted house but there it was strong as ever, it felt familiar but I chose to ignore for now. "Jacqueline" a voice called out to me and I felt my heartbeat quicken.
"Hello?" I questioned the voice. No answer. I started to pick up my pace and searched around the house to hopefully find Clarice or something about this horrible place. I suddenly walked past a room but what caught my eye was the fact that it was pitch black, come to think of it the whole place was very dark even though it was noon. I walked in and strained my eyes to get a better look when out of nowhere screams echoed through my ears again. I fell to the floor clutching my ears once again but this time the screams didn't seem to stop. Something was on my hands, it was warm and ran down my arms, I took my hands off my ears and saw that there was blood coming from my ears but the screams had stopped and left behind a faint ringing sound.
I ran out of the room and came across another that had light on, there was a bed in the corner and picture above it, it was of two young girls one dark skinned and the other pale as milk, it reminded me of Clarice and I. Looking at the picture I realised that was me or had the exact same features as myself. The young girl was probably 5 years old and had short brown hair, she wore a white dress with a collar on it but she wasn't looking at the camera instead she was looking to her left with fascination in her eyes.
I turned around when I felt the same feeling of someone watching me returned. The door slammed and a feeling of dread was stirring in my body. I slowly turned around facing the cupboard and there, staring right at me was a pair of blood red eyes. They didn't even blink, I was unsure of what to do so I just stood there staring. They didn't move. Not once. They looked emotionless. Cold.
I backed away still keeping eye contact, reaching out to the door I found my way to the handle. I tried to open it and struggled I wriggling the door handle vigorously but to no avail it wouldn't budge, I panicked and fell to the floor. They moved closer and closer until they were directly in front of me. What do I do? What was I meant to do? Somehow the expression differed into one of a threatening demeanour. The icy grip that seized me had been released and replaced with a burning sensation starting at my throat and retreating down to my chest and then all at once the rest had felt like my body was aflame.
