Haunted

The House

“Creak… Creak… Creak.”
The old, wooden floor boards bent and groaned in pain at the feeling of weight again. Tattered curtains lay still against the worn, cracked wallpaper looking like they hadn’t been moved in a millennium.
“Erghh, browny yellow against a greeny blue. These people had no sense in style,” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that dear? You know I do not understand you when you mutter,” my Mother called.
“Nothing Mum,” I replied before once again muttering under my breath, “I wasn’t talking to you anyway.”
I always had to have the last word.
I continued moving, wincing at every creak from the floor and praying that I don’t fall through. A dank smell that you would often relate with caves and tunnels filled my nostrils sending me gagging and spewing, hoping for fresh air. But of course knowing my luck. In a place like this “fresh” or “new” or even oxygen barely exists!
I turn a corner hoping to find some source of breathable air only to find stairs.
And when I say stairs I mean more like a couple of planks of wood held together by some sticks and spider webs. I take one more cautious look before curiosity takes hold and I begin to move. One step at a time. One. Two. Three. I slip on the horrid looking vomit carpet, slamming my arm into the railing.
“Lilly! Are you alright?” I hear Mum call through my groans of pain.
“Yep fine! Completely Fine!” I shout back. “Not.”

I pick myself up and continue moving. I’m not sure what I expected to find at the top of the stairs. Probably something a little more exciting than this. Like a box full of treasure or money so I can buy my way out of this nightmare.
I look around the room. My eyes running over every section.
“What do you know, another boring old hallway.” I say to myself. I move down the hall. Feeling my hopes rise up with every handle that I twist, door that I push open. Only to feel them crash back down again when I realise nothing is going to change. Inside every room there is nothing. Nothing but wooden floorboards, old chewed up curtains and rat droppings. The same over and over again.
I see an open doorway further along and hope that maybe this room will be different.
And for once I am right.