Warning this story may be creepy and unsettling, so if moving china dolls, old creepy houses, and crazy men with knives scare you, don't read this story. I creeped myself out while writing this.
So this is a story I had to write for school recently. It is first person from the POV on one of the main characters, Jim. I only take credit for adding the man with the knife, the house, the doll, and the events that happen in the story. This story is based off of a book called Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradburry. It is a very good book, and I highly recommend it. Depending on your point of view, it may be creepier than this story. Personally, I would find it creepier than this story if it had china dolls and manequins(<---anyone with me there about dolls and manequins?) Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and that it creeps you out! :P
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It was a night like any other night. Will and I snuck out to explore the forest. I'm surprised he actually came, especially at night. He is very timid, and often pulls both of us back when we are about to do something risky. That's where we're different. I love to take a chance. Time flies by quickly, and we'll get old fast. Might as well take some risks and have fun while we're still young and capable. Sometimes I think he doesn't feel like he has the freedom to take risks yet. It would be nice if he would loosen up and relax a bit when we're having fun. Sometimes it's good when he pulls me back, even if I won't admit it out loud. There are countless times I would have gone too far if it weren't for Will.
When we got out of our houses, we ran to the forest. When we were about to enter, I suddenly got a bad feeling. It was one of my gut feelings, and I know that it is rarely wrong. I pull Will and myself in between two rocks by the edge of the forest so we are hidden, and I clamp my hand over his mouth. Will pulls my hand off of his mouth and starts to say something, but he is interrupted by someone stumbling through the trees and landing on a bush. We peer around and see a man holding a knife and with a wild look on his face. He mumbles to himself, out of the range of our hearing. He suddenly talks louder, and we hear him say ' "The fact is...[he] looked like myself many, many years ago."[page 65]' He then rushed away from us and into a field.
"That was weird," I said.
"What do you think he was talking about?"
"I don't know, but he was probably some crazy wacko. Nothing that wackos say makes any sense."
"Maybe we should go home."
"No, Will! He gone into that field anyways, he won't be coming back this way anytime soon."
"How do you know?" asked Will.
"I just know. He had a look on his face like he needed to go somewhere, and he won't take his eyes off of that somewhere until he gets there and does what he needs to."
"How do you know this?"
I gave Will a look and ran off into the forest. I could hear him calling to wait for him. I slowed down and he ran up to me, panting.
"Why did you do that?" To which I answered with silence.
"Don't do that again."
"...Okay..."
We explored the forest, observing every tree, rock, and landmark. Every so often, we stuck a stick in the ground so we could find our way back. After what felt like ages, we came upon an old and weathered house. It was on a hill, and there were steps leading to the front door, which was facing downhill. It looked like it was abandoned, as the doors were wide open, and what we could see of the inside appeared as old and weathered as the outside.
"Who puts their house on a hill when there's perfectly flat land nearby? And why would they put the door facing downhill?" asked Will.
But by the time he finished asking these things, I was already at the top. He looked at me for a second, as if debating whether or not to join me. '[Then he ran] up the steps, three, six, nine, twelve[.] [page 13]'
"Jim, look! There are 13 steps! Isn't that number haunted?"
"Only if you believe it is."
We looked around the house for a bit. Everything was covered in cobwebs and dust. There were some leaves scattered around too. There was a broken china doll in one of the rooms. Both Will and I thought it was really creepy. I considered smashing it up, but Will told me not to. We continued looking around the house, but when we came back to that room, the doll was gone. Will and I looked at each other. We both saw movement towards the front door, and when we looked the door slammed shut. We went to the door and tried opening it. Luckily it was unlocked, but there was a key in the door. It was slightly turned as if someone had started to lock it, but they didn't have time to finish turning it. We looked back into the house and we saw a quarter sized pool of wet blood in the middle of the floor.
"Jim...was that there before?"
We looked at each other, and then we RAN. As we ran, we frantically looked around to find the sticks. After what felt like an eternity, we made it out of the forest. But we didn't stop running until we were safely in town.
When we got into town, we slowed down to a walk. We walked over a puddle and we looked down and we thought we saw a flash of the doll's face in the reflection of the water. We jumped and spun around to look for the doll, but it wasn't there. We started running again, and didn't stop running until we got home and into our beds.
The next day we woke up and saw at each other through our windows. We both looked like we had seen a ghost. Later that day, we swore on our sanity that we would never go into that part of the forest again, and if we ever saw that house again, we would run away as fast as possible and not look back.
...Who knows?...Maybe we did see a ghost...
