I hopped off my bike as I reached the address. I walked toward the house and rang the doorbell without hesitation, I've done this a million times. But I do admit the house look worn down and sketchy, with it's paint chipping off the walls, the chimneys bricks broken off, and the torn, dirty curtains. I shook the thought out of my head an assumed it just hadn't been repaired or renovated. Suddenly the door opened ajar, revealing a wide, brown, and especially red eyes.
"Pizza?" A elderly sounding male croaked.
"Yep, got your pepperoni sausage pizza." I replied, fidgeting my legs in discomfort. The door opened entirely to reveal a elderly man in a wheelchair, who seemed paralyzed from the shoulders down.
"You see... I'm paralyzed. If you could come in and feed me it?" The elderly man smiled dearly. I couldn't say no, it was a poor little old man who needed some help.
"With pleasure," I replied. "May I come in?"
"Yes yes," He moved to the left to allow me to walk in. The inside of his house looked straight from the 90's. The furniture wasn't very modern. The house inside looked nearly as worse as the outside, with chipping paint, torn couches, spiderwebs hanging from the ceilings, a broken lamp making everything eerily dim, and a hideous stench. I hesitated before walking to the table and setting the pizza down.
"One second, I'll get a fork. I like eating pizza with a fork." The elderly man said, riding off to the kitchen.
"I could get it for you," I called, walking after him.
"Oh no no no, it's fine, it's fine." He said profusely. It seemed peculiar but I let it be. A drawer opened, closed, and he appeared back again, but standing up completely fine, a knife is his "paralyzed" arms. My eyes widened and I looked at the door. It was locked. I was sure I was gonna die. "How was I gonna get a fork if I'm paralyzed from the shoulders down, smart sugar plum?" His croak turned into a eerie rasp. I looked toward the window. Locked too.
"Please no, I'm only in high school!" I plead, backing up.
"Oooh... younger meat." He walked closer to me, I could feel his breath. A hand tightened around my neck and before I knew I was on the floor, struggling to breath. A knife penetrated into my throat, my hands reflectively flew up and when they came back down, through blurred vision I could see the blood on my hands.
I have said I've done this a million times, but I never expected it to end like this.
Heyo readers! I know this isn't that short but I hope you still enjoy your daily spook hehe!
