It was just a normal day for western Pennsylvania--Sunny, yet cloudy; Warm, yet cold. Nothing seemed unaverage.
I decided that I would go on a walk. My mom asked where, but I had no answer for her, I didn't know. So I put my headphones on, while shutting the front door, and hit shuffle. I kept my head down, not looking at any cars or the people I passed by. I had no reason to look up and give them a smile or wave. I didn't know them, nor they me.
I ended up in the more shady side of town, not that my town had any really 'shady' parts, but if we did, this is what it was. The houses were a little more worn down, some collapsed. There was dogs and cats that had no collars and just roamed the streets; they look they hadn't been fed in weeks.
My bad knee had started to act up, so I found a clearly abandoned house, and sat on the porch. This one wasn't too shabby, so I wasn't as careful with my steps as I should have been. I fell, scraping my knee and making a huge commotion. I turned off my ipod and I got back up, examining the damage. It didn't look terrible, and it wasn't bleeding much, so I didn't get majorly worried. I would just clean it out when I got home; put a band aid on it.
Ha, if only I was so lucky. I heard a commotion inside. Shit, I thought. Maybe not so abandoned. But, then again, maybe it was just a cat. I was a teenager, automatically curious. I looked in the windows, trying to see something, but there was nothing to see. The house was practically empty., save a few chairs and couches covered by cloths.
The door opened a tiny bit from the wind, screaching like the hinges hadn't been greased since the early 1900s. The temptation was just way too much. I had to go in. I knew I would regret it, but I just couldn't resist. So, I pushed the door open, it screaching like a banshee. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip; I could not stand that sound. I stepped inside, blowing up a huge cloud of dust. I coughed, trying to get the disgusting taste out of my lungs.
I shook my head, trying to convince myself that this was stupid. Then, I heard another noise coming from upstairs. I really wish I would have resisted the temptation. I knew all of the scary stories. If you go upstairs, you'll get trapped and get killed. I laughed, thinking about how this was real life, not a stupid story.
So, I walked upstairs. Every stair creaking more than the last. When I got to the top, another dust cloud exploded in my face. I tried not to cough, what if there really was a killer?? I guess they would have heard me going up the stairs, now thinking back to it, but that thought didn't cross my mind at the time.
I looked in the first room on the right, directly there as soon as you got off the stairs. It obviously used to be a little girl's room. Pink walls, a bed covered with stuffed animals they had been completely torn up by moths. But, one thing that hadn't been touched at all--a doll. Oh, so scary, right? Most people would think this is where it gets scary. Oh, the doll is possessed! No, this one wasn't, it was just a regular doll, probably made of glass or a strong plastic.
I kept going and the next one, on the left, was a double room. This one was blue and green, so I decided it must have been a twin boys' room. There was some old cars and fire trucks on the ground. A couple of those toy guns that have a cork attached to a string and pops out when you pump it. A few bows, too, that I'm guessing were used for cowboys and indians. Again, nothing scary.
The next room was a bathroom. I wasn't even going to step in there. Screw that idea. Everyone knows the killer hides behind the shower curtain. Except, my curiosity got the better of me, again. I attempted to turn on a light, which just sputtered and blew. I turned and screamed. My heart was racing, when I realized it was only my reflection. That's when I heard some things falling again, coming from the direction I hadn't been in yet.
I took a deep breath, and continued going. I was already in this deep, why not continue going? This next door led to a staircase, presumably leading to the attic. These stairs creaked even more than the last set. While walking up, I heard yelling, meaning there was someone here. I couldn't quite understand it, and I hoped they hadn't heard me so I could sneak back out without them knowing. So, I slowly, attempting to be quiet, walked back down the stairs.
Then, I heard another yell, extremely clear, "STOP, HUMAN!" The voice was extremely deep and obviously a man's. My eyes widened, and I started running down the stairs, I had to get out of here. Then, all of a sudden I was surrounded by people. I fell to the ground curling into a ball. A defensive habit I had learned from multiple years of social anxiety.
I heard footsteps coming toward me and the surrouding people, and felt them moving out of the way. I decided not to give into the temptation of looking up, it would probably be safer.
"Well, well, well. What have we got here??" The man asked, "What is your name, child?"
My first instinct was to look up in anger and spit out at him, "I am not a child!"
He looked flabbergasted. "Alright," he said, his voice still a little shocked, "What is your name, um, ma'am?"
"That is not of your concern," I said calmly, "please let me depart and go home now. I do not appreciate you keeping me here like an amimal."
"This is my house you broke into!!" He yelled, obviously infuriated. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to look at him, "Now. What is your name?"
"Rebecca," I spat out, saliva hitting his face, "now, let me go!"
I started wiggling, trying to get out of his grip, when he smiled, running his tongue over his teeth, slowing down when he got to his canines. They didn't look like normal canines, too sharp. He laughed, "No, I don't think I will, Rebecca. I think I might want you to join me. Maybe allow this to be your house also."
"No!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Rape!! Rape!! Let go of me! Rape!"
"Rebecca, my dear, no one can hear you out here, there is no point in yelling."
I started crying, no longer able to hold in my emotions. Throwing my arms and legs in every direction, trying to hit him and make him let go. He let go of my hair but grabbed my arms before I could even touch the ground. "Now, Rebecca. I need you to cooperate. This will only hurt a bit."
His head started coming closer to mine when I blacked out into an oblivion.
