Short, Creepy Horror Stories ✔️

A DEMON'S ORPHANAGE

Title: "A Demon's Orphanage"
Author: "DarkenedEclipse739"
Source: "DarkenedEclipse739's Imagination"
Type: Realistic-Fiction

(Potential spoiler for my other book named "Blackbird" Lol there's actually a crossover here)

It was a day that left marks on me... both psychical and mental.

But I was only doing my job. I was called over by someone since I was known by practically the whole country as one of the best forensic scientists and detectives out there.

My name is Alexander Marcus, you may have heard of me but if not, then now you have.

I arrived at the crime-scene only moments after I got a call from a man by the name of Grayson Brown. It was raining outside; the weather was miserable outside, it wasn't even hard rain just drizzly. The skies were lamely cloudy and the sky was a dull grey.

My taxi pulled up as I thanked the cab-driver and got out. I wasn't sure why I didn't bring my own car... something told me that today was going to be a sinister one so I just left it, paranoid really.

"Ah," began the man with a smile, as he stood in front of me, his white beard and hair contrasting sharply with his brown skin. "Well if it isn't Mr. Marcus," he said, as he scooped his hand into mine for a friendly hand-shake.

"We've been expecting you." He finished.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brown," I replied. "Don't worry I've got this all under control," I said swiftly striding past him only to be stopped by his arm.

"Erm, the police have arrived actually," he said. "I don't know, you might wanna work alongside them. That would work well. Elaboration and teamwork is key when it comes to cases." He said.

I just smiled politely and replied; "Yeah, I prefer to work alone, kinda like batman," I joked. "But in all seriousness, I prefer to work alone because that way I'd be looking around distraction-free. Forensic work requires a beady-eye and peace and quiet." I said.

"Fine, whatever suits you best." Said Brown, as I walked past the police who were eagerly talking to each other like a bunch of gossiping fifteen-year-olds. I opened the curly black gate which was soaked wet from the rain, and made my way into the 'abandoned' orphanage, luckily without being bothered by someone else.

The door surprisingly opened silently which was a relief and a first-timer not to mention, but the floor-boards beneath my feet couldn't stop creaking like a grandmother's rocking-chair.

I walked deeper into the abandoned orphanage and closed the door without turning behind. I stared around at the place.

It looked dark and really did seem abandoned. Cob webs were everywhere along with damp ceilings and cracked walls with crawling spiders up them.

I cringed. I'd always hated spiders, and despite he fact that I'm a mature adult and man, I still do.

I put my hands in my long-coat's pockets and walked up the wooden stairs that really could've used some refurbishing.

The place was huge. Corridors everywhere you turned. Endless rooms, some with key codes to get inside them.

It was cold as I presumed that no one around here paid for the electricity and gas anymore. It was abandoned after all.

It was shockingly dark with only a few dim light-bulbs that looked as though they were about to die out at any given moment - which by the way they did.

I walked through the dark corridors, a flashlight in my hands, as I pointed it in several directions, all until I came across a storeroom that caught my attention.