I waited to hear my mother leave to go to work and as soon as I hear the front door shut closed I got to get dressed as fast as I could and rushed out the door. My footsteps were carried me fast towards Dorran's old house and entered through the same window as I did the night before. As I landed in the living room I saw that everything looked different during the day time, everything nearly seemed normal for an abandoned house that once stood as a welcoming home to some people now stands untouched. I ventured up the stairs and entered what I think is Doran's old room unless someone else lived hear and shared a house with which I highly doubt. His room was left in a complete mess, his bed wasn't made, his clothes are strewn across the floor. It looks like he must have left in quite a hurry which I assume is normal for him as he would just leave in the middle of the night and come back quite late in the morning, my question is, Why? why would he leave in the middle of the night? what was so important for him to leave at that sort of time? Strange man.
His old wooden closet is wide open however I saw no clothes hanging but I saw a beautiful green and silver box just sitting at the bottom of it. Maybe this will hold any untold secrets and why he left like that. Maybe it'll hold the answer to why I have those dreams every night and that ending. Is Doran even dead? I hastily walked over to the closet and fell to my knees so I could get a better look at the mysterious box. It looks like it needs a key as it does have a key hole upon the box. The key must be somewhere near, I thought to myself. I looked under the bed, under the closet, under the strewn clothes and I found no key, not a key in sight. With a huff I gave up, It probably had nothing inside it anyway. As I got back up from the wooden flooring my shoe lace got caught on something and I tripped and one of the floor boards lifted to reveal a secret hide away. Success.
My stomach churned with excitement and I had no second thought on exploring this secret place. I turned on my torch light on my phone and tried to see if there was anything hidden inside but to no avail to my search. Disapointment weighed my heart down as if it was too heavy. My search continued throughout the house, my next stop to the room just across the corridor. Tuning the handle it made a high pitched squeek and the door slowly creaked open. the room was extremely dark and I could hardly see a thing. The only light that was in vision was throught the closed blind covering the window. I was about to walk over to open the window just on the other side of the room only to see the same dark figure in the right corner next to the window. I frove where I stood and my heart quickened. ' I should be running, I should be running, Why am I not running?' I thought and fear was growing fast inside of me. My eye would not move from the figure. The shadow seemed to be leaning on the wall and was facing towards me. They lifted there arm up to the sting connecting to the blind and pulled to let the light stream into the room. I let my eyes readjust to the light and one I did I could finally see who this person was.
Dorran?
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In The Dark
ParanormalGhosts aren't just shadows of the night. They are not there just to scare you, in fact they are intelligent and us humans do not understand how interesting ghost actually are.