Demon House

Chapter 1

Darkness loomed ahead of me, there were no lights apart from the faint beam emanating from my flashlight. The pale green light of my ghost reader seemed menacing in that moment. Charlie held his camera in his shaking hand, I grabbed his other and held it tight as we walked towards the ominous black building. Ash was a few steps in front of us, showing no signs of fear as she marched confidently towards the house, this obviously wasn't her first rodeo.

As the house became more clear, it became more clear that it was an old style Victorian house, it was probably with that family for years. Every nook and cranny, every curve and crevice, seemed to hold an intense evil, something that shouldn't be uttered by a human mouth. The bare ground seemed to bury a thousand eyes, staring at us through the soil. Suffocating fumes polluted the air, despite it being clear. Getting closer to the house, my vision started to blur. My brain was telling me I was insane, going towards a house in which a family was murdered by some psycho. But that was years ago. They must be dead by now. No one can survive 150 years...

My feet disintegrated the already crumbling grass, footprints left behind me showed clearly in the gray grass. Marks on the bottom of my shoe were left in the dust. Not a soul had touched this place in years, the peeling paint on the bricks reflected the negelect of the house, the time it had spent decaying without a human to keep it in check. I felt myself growing weary, I looked around to see the others yawning, bags under their eyes, I just wanted to lay down on the ground and fall into a deep sleep.

"Guys who else feels like they haven't slept in forever?"said Ash, yawning after every word. My eyes could barely remain open, every step I coule only drag myself forward, some force felt as if it was pulling me down, as if to drown me in a pool of water that I couldn't see. I turned around to see Charlie on the floor, I hadn't even felt his hand leave mine. "Ash..."my voice faltered as I tried to alert Ash of the situation, all I could manage was a horse whisper, my throat felt like it was closing, every breath was increasing shallower, until I collapsed...