Every neighborhood has that house, the gloomy dank house that always creep you out. The unsettling feeling you get when you walk-by, and it feels like something or someone is watching you but nobody is ever there. We have that house 240 N walnut. the property is owned by Mr and Mrs Ackles. The young couple moved into the house months ago. The first couple weeks they always came over to visit me and my family. My parents and them became quite good friends,but then it abruptly stopped. I haven’t seen either of them for the past 3 weeks. I first thought that they had went on vacation but both of their cars are sitting in the driveway. one day i decided to ask me day about them, his went face turned a bright shade of red and his expression became solemn,”Never ask about them again, and stay away from that house!” He told me whit a somber almost angry expression across his face. I decided then that i was going to investigate the mystery of the Ackles. Later that night I called my friend John
“hey, do you know anything about the Ackles?”
“The who?” He asked
“There this family that moved in across the street, they haven’t left their house in weeks, and I think something strange is going on.” As i finished telling him this the door across the street opened. A small hooded stepped out. I locked at the clock it was 12:30 “why would someone be out this late?” I asked myself. I turned back to the window and saw the figure had disappeared, “thats odd, I must have imagined that,” i said refusing to believe that the small hooded figure had disappeared so suddenly. I woke up the next morning i started to make myself breakfast. I went out to get the mourning paper, because i'm a big fan of the funnies. My eye caught something on the first page.
Local Man Found Dead i decided to read on. The story was talking about a murder. It was of 23 year old stay at home father Clinton ransom. He was found in a park last night with nothing but two small holes in his neck. my mind was racing remembering the figure. “are the Ackles vampires?” i shook my head there had to be another explanation, and i was going to find it. I left my house at 10:30 that night and found a nice hedge to lay in. I took a deep breath and checked my watch 10:31m, “it’s gonna be a long night,” i sighed. I wake up and check my watch 12:30 and i turn my eyes towards the door its already opening with a sickening creek the hairs on my neck stand up and I can feel the goosebumps start to crawl up my arms. The figure creeps out of the doorway looking to its left and then to its right. I feel its eyes study the spot where i am, i start to think that i should start to run. Then the figure dashes off it looks as if its gliding across the street. I ran home i soon as i see the coast is clear. I couldn’t even think straight I spent the rest of that restless night thinking about what i saw. I had to get into the house and figure this out. I called John the next mourning “COme over,I need your help,” I explained everything to him and asked him to come over later that night. I hear the doorbell at 10:00 I opened it and let john in.
“I’ve been doing some research.”
“About what?”
“Vampires and how we kill them,” John said holding up a clove of garlic and a small wooden stick. “If we use this steak and drive it right into their hearts we should be able to stop them,”
“And the garlic?”
“Oh apparently it scares them away,” John informed me.
we both sat around my kitchen table and decided on a plan. We left my house at 12:31 I knew that the figure would have left by then giving us time to look around the empty house. I walked up to the door and slowly turn the knob it creaks open. We walk into the house and my first reaction was the barf. The house has an overpowering stench, its a mixture of rotten fruits and barf. I look at John. “Looks like vampires can’t smell either,” we chuckle at this and continue on. We go the the fridge and open it up. Theres nothing inside except a small glass of a dark red substance john picks it up.
“Ohhhh I love Kool-aid,” john takes sip and his face distorted in discuss. “dear lord thats nasty,”
“I don’t think thats kool-aid John,” I say matter a factly
He shakes his head “ if your gonna be like that, I’m just going to leave,” and he turns around and leaves through the open door.
“what the heck!” I shake my head and continue to investigate the house. The whole 1st floor is fine and normal minus the creepy atmosphere and horrible smell. I continue upstairs. There are three doors all of them closed I sit there for what seems to be hours I finally decide to open the middle door. I walk down the hallway listening i can hear the floorboards creaked with every step I take The closer to the door the more dense the air feels. My throat feels like its being squeezed shut. I keep on moving forward knowing that i can’t let my nerves get the best of me. I finally make it to the door and I shakely reach my hand out to turn the knob. I slowly turn the knob and step into the room. The only thing i can see in the darkness is a large rectangle box. I move towards it. My skin starts to crawl as I place my sweaty hands on the lid. I being to open it When someone jumps through the door
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
I turn to see Mrs.Ackles sitting there dumbfounded. “get away from me you witch!” I yell
“What are you talking about?” She asks looking confused.
“I know what you are, I’ve seen the blood in your fridge, and how you glided down the street last night.” I say accusingly
“Blood? Oh you must mean my red wine and I don’t know how i was gliding, I went out rollerblading last night that could be it.”
“Oh I’m so sorry, I guess i just assumed to quickly. Sorry about this ill find a way to make this up to you,”
“Don’t even worry about it, Ill walk you out,” We both walked through her house and at the front door a thought came to me.
“Where’s Mr.Ackles?”
“Oh he left a couple minutes ago for work.” she replied with a smile. As i looked closely through the darkness what was that on her teeth? more wine maybe but her teeth looked extra sharp. i shrugged and walked back home. One last thought came to me before I went to sleep. What was in that box?
By Michael Fischer
