The door creaked as I entered, the old bones of the hinges protesting their forced movement.
A thick dusty layer, broken only by pawprints of cats and rats, covered the floor. My own footprints vomited up small plumes that quickly settled, attempting to eradicate evidence of my passing.
Somehow, my destination was clear. I'd never been in the house previously, yet my legs knew their route. They had a purpose I could not contend.
The third bedroom was little more than a box with a window, empty except for one thing.
My body.
Who knew there'd be so much blood?
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This was written for day 22 of the @Paranormal 30 Days of Spooky challenge. You had to enter an abandoned house and, in less than 100 words, tell what you found.
Of course, what could be more important than finding your body? What do you think happened? Was he murdered? An accident? Suicide? Let me know...
