The House on 32nd Street

  It was a dark and stormy night… a raven crowed loudly in the distance.  The eerie moonlight cast spooky shadows on the gravel road.  As I passed the old, dead oak, I saw it, the old mansion that fell into disrepair. An old wicker chair that sat on the wrap-around porch blew back and forth by the cold wind. The gargoyles seemed to shift in the midnight light. Rain made the mansion seem to disappear against the velvety, black sky. I ran up the creaky steps, hoping to get away from the merciless weather. As I stood there soaking-wet the door slowly creaked open. The threshold of the door looked like an abyss. I felt a pang of fear but it was overpowered by my curiosity. As I took a peek inside and a new feeling overtook me—dread. Despite my whirlwind of emotions I took one step forward and lightning struck right behind me.  My heart pounding with fear, I screamed as I tumbled through the cobwebs. The door slammed behind me. I got up and dusted myself off. I made my way to the door making my footsteps as quiet as possible hoping not to awaken anything that maybe lurking. To no avail, the door was locked and I was trapped. I turned as my eyes darted around the room—or hallway, I don’t know which. I thought I saw someone standing there so I called out. In an answer there was a bone chilling moan. Every fiber of me screamed at me, telling me to run. My eyes were still adjusting to the dark but it was not hard to see the eyes glistening with blood. It muttered something that I couldn't make out, then it dissolved into nothingness. I saw out of the corner of my eye a little room to the left and a white ball of light was there in the corner. It rose and melted through the bricks of the far wall. I walked over to the glistening bricks and searched for a lever to pull or a button to press. I started to punch and kick the wall but it wouldn't budge. I sat down abruptly and banged my head on a rock portruding from the bricks. There was a slight groanand I fell through a trap door tumbling down, down, down, a long shaft. I landed in a dark dungeon like hallway that turned to the left farther down the way. As the light progressed I was determined to turn back then I remembered the door was locked. I had to finish what I had started—whatever I gotten myself into. I started to follow this strange illuminesent ball through the cold and wet corridor slowly at first then quickening my pace. I felt a cold chill down my spine like someone dropped ice down my shirt. Then I heard a soft banging like footsteps. Deep chilly breath breathed down my neck and made my hair stand up. I didn’t know if I should turn around or just ignore it. Then the footsteps got louder and the breath got colder. Suddenly I tripped on a loose rock and I found myself staring into the face of my old friend. As I stared I realized I could see the ceiling THROUGH her head. My friend was a ghost. She looked taken aback then she smiled, her voice dry and raspy, “You’ll be staying with us from now on.” To this day on stormy nights, if you listen,  through the howling wind and the pounding rain you might still hear my pathetic cries of despiration.

Author's Note: No mean comments!! I did this for fun!!