Horror Tales

The Key

The house we bought is truly amazing, two stories, four bedrooms, a dinning area, and a living area, along with a basement. I love how the white color fits with the old look to it. It's not weather beaten and looks almost new. The house is actually over two hundred years old! Amazing! The previous owner gave my wife and I a skeleton key that unlocks and locks every door in the house, except for one door, that I found in the basement.

The door I found is steel, it was painted to look like the walls as if someone was trying to hide it. I had tried opening it with the skeleton key, but when I inserted the key into the key hole, it shot back out at me. When I picked the key up I heard a scream coming from the door. I looked up at the door and saw blood colored ooz seeping out of the cracks and the door start to shack. A very loud and deep scream rumbles the floors. I stood at the door frozen in fear, the screaming started to turninto a low growl. It stopped altogether, I started to walk towards the stairs, which leads back up to the ground floor, until I heard a very loud voice scream WRONG KEY!! IT came from behind the door again. I walked back to the door, I decided I would try to ask it a question. "Where is the right key?" I asked. There was a long silence before the door spoke again. ON THE WALLL!! It screamed, I scanned the walls with my eyes, eventually finding the key hanging on what looks to be a hook.

I walked over to the wall and grab the key, before I walked away I notice the key wasn't hanging on a hook like it should be, the hook was actually an index finger, when I took the key off of the finger, the finger started to disappear into the wall. I stepped back away from the wall and thought to myself, 'should I really open this door?' But then curiosity got the better of me. I walked to the door and inserted the key trying to unlock it for a second time. This time there was no scream, no red ooz going from the door, the door simply opened inward. I looked inside and saw nothing but pure blackness. I decided not to venture in the door.

I go to shut the door, when a very bright light shinning in the darkness, stopped me. I peer inside and see the light in a very far distance. I shrugged it off and still proceeded to shut the door. When a hand reaches out and grabs me by the leg. I fall to the ground caught off guard. I tried to crawl away but the hand was to strong and pulled me into the darkness. I let out a scream for help, but I remembered that I'm the only one home.

The door shuts behind me and everything turned black. I still feel the hand around my leg dragging me towards the bright light. The closer we got the brighter the light got. I noticed that the light was actually an entrance to another door. I also noticed a tall slender figure in front of me with its arm behind it. The figure it's dragging me. We reached the door and the figure walked to the side to stay in the shadows, not allowing me to see it. I stand up as it let go of my leg. I turn away from the door and got ready to run back to the steel door. Before I could run, I felt a hand grab me by the shoulder and throw me backwards into the bright room. I land on my back and look at the entrance. A white door starts to close and the entrance disappears. I look around the room and see nothing but pure whiteness. "What the hell is this?" I whispered to myself. I walk towards where the entrance used to be and see nothing, I put my hand up to the air where the door should be and felt nothing. Just air. I keep walking in hopes if finding a way out. I walked for what seems like an eternity. Until, I heard them, the screams, I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around me, still seeing nothing but air and white brightness. Then in the thin bright air, I see red oozing out of nowhere. It starts to form a door, from top to bottom. I work closer to the door and place my hand onto the newly formed door knob. I turned the knob and the door swung open, revealing a closet full of kids clothing. I walk inside and see a kids bedroom, from the looks of it the kid was maybe four or five years of age. Hints were the toys sprawled out next to a big toy box. I scan the room and notice a little boy shivering with fear as he is cuddled into a corner. I walked towards him "are you ok?" I asked. The boy shook his head no, and pointed to the floor and moved his hand so it was pointing towards the closet. I look at the floor and see a pool of blood, and smears that lead to the closet. I walk back to the closet and out the door.

I stepped into the bright white room and am welcomed by more red oozing doors. I walked to the closest one to me and open the door. I saw a man hunched over a desk top writing furiously, his clothes are covered in blood and are ripped to shreds like he was scratched and mauled by some animal. He turned to me, "help me!" He screamed as two women walked up to him. He looked at them with pure terror on his face. I didn't understand why he was so afraid, until the women started to change shape and grew hair all over their bodies. They looked like very large dogs. I slowly turned for the door as i watched them start to tear into him with their teeth and claws.

I closed the door as quickly as i could and walk to the next one I opened the door and walk into a room where a boy is seen hiding under his bed and a man lying on the ground next to the bed. I walked in and towards the bed, the boy shakes his head furiously, I stopped puzzled. I look at the bed again and another boy is now sitting up, he looked exactly like the one who is hiding. "Hello Michael" he said looking right at me. How does he know my name, "um, hello little boy" I replied, "I'm not actually the little boy in this story, you already seen my true work with the first room" he replied, puzzled I didn't reply. "I am actually a demon, one that feeds off the fear and death of others, the people you have seen are all dead" he gets out of the bed and reached for the little boy. "Their souls are trapped here to write their experiences for the rest of eternity" he picked the boy up, who started to squirm, he then started to change shape. He grew about eight feet taller, his skin peeled away from his body, his eyes turned a blood red and his mouth grew longer and showed a row of very sharp teeth when he smiled.

"Who are you?" I asked hoping to.by more time for the boy, he took a bite out of the boys neck and sucked him dry of his blood. "You dont need to know my actual name, but they call me The Man With Red Eyes" he replied with a very large smile. "and what do you want from?" I asked, as he dropped the boys lifeless body. He walked closer to me. "I want you to write the stories for them, tell how they all have died and how they are being ripped to pieces in this world, I want you to tell your story, What do you say?" I walked backwards to the door slowly, "of course, if you say no I can always force you by killing you" he said, stopping me in my tracks. "Ok" I said agreeing to write his stories. He walked to me to shake my hand, I reached for his, I hesitate "what's in it for me?" I asked, the grin on his face went away, "you can live here, forever, and have anything you want" he replied raising his hand again, "I don't think I want to live forever" I said, as I turn and run for the door.

I reached the door just to have it slam in my face. "Bad move" the man said as he is now right behind me. I turned around to be greeted by his hand, which now had long, sharp looking, finger nails. He thrusts them into my stomach as he laughed. "This will be fun" he said, throwing me against a wall. I laid on the ground bleeding out. The man walks over to me and grabbed me by the hair. He picked me up and thrusted his nails into my stomach again, only this time he sliced it from left to right letting my inurds fall out onto the ground. I winced in pain and everything goes black.......I opened my eyes to see I'm lying on the floor. There is a desk and a bed. I stood up and looked at the desk. There is pens and papers lying there. One paper had writing on it. It read 'start with yours' I grab a pen and started writing.

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