horror story

Beginning

Note- Sarcasm is used in this text: "lovely" (This can be shown by " " )

I stood with my back turned toward the street, The road was dead silent, not a movement to be seen. In front of me was the so called "haunted house". I stared at the house's oak walls, it's sweet but deadly rose bushes: it seemed to judge my appearance. I had showed up wearing my black hooded jumper, sporting a pair of sandals but the house seemed to deny my fashionable approach. My black hair matching my jumper, my eyes matching the moonlight.

"Where is that girl?" I muttered under my breath

I stared at the house, wondering what secrets it will reveal to my eyes.

Suddenly a sharp jab entered my back.

"Hello Timon" she giggled

"Hello Laurence" I said turning to face her.

I looked at her clothing choice, Black jumper with long sleeves to match her hair and black sandshoes. The only thing she wore of colour was a small broach, a sunflower holding her long hair to the side of her oval like face. This matched the way she had looked at

"So you ready for this?" she asked walking up to the broken gate entrance, looking pitifully at the scraped paint, then back at me.

"Yeah" I said ushering her through the gate, then following her thought the maze of rose bushes to the oak door. We entered the house and explored the bottom floor. Nothing. Laurence soon found a stair case.

"You stay down here and keep watch, I'll explore the attic" She had already started to make her way up the stairs. I stood in front of the stairs keeping watch as she told me, my back towards a closet behind me and my front towards the stairs she had climbed.

She came tumbling down the stairs, screaming. She screamed as she ran towards me, as she latched herself to my arm. Trying to run. Pulling, kicking, screaming, as she tried to pull me to safety. I stood there. Wondering. Why was the fearless Laurence Screaming at me? Telling me to run and hide? Pushing me away from the attic upstairs? I stood there like an idiot. Just watching. Waiting for something to happen. Or someone to come. Nothing.

She pushed me to the closet behind us and we hid, staggering around we stood as silent as possible.

I stand inside my presumed death trap and my guilt and the fear begin to set in. She had begged me to move and I stood frozen, if only I had moved this wouldn't have happened. We wouldn't be stuck here in this dark "lovely" closet, gripping our lives and each other's hands, for the last time. Staring into the dark abyss as death approaches. We stood still, daring to breathe, daring to blink, staring through the tiny blinds that would save our lives, frozen, like the stairs had been. They cracked as the deafening footsteps crawled their way to our ears. Closer and closer. Moving about, till they stood silent. 

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Note: The boy and the girl are just friends, nothing more.