The Haunted House

Nobody Knows How, But Her.

The house looked as if it was going to collapse at any moment. It was called the Shrieking Shack. Owing to the mysterious screams that came from the place on each Friday the 13th.Today was Thursday, the 12th of December, and I wanted to see for myself what the screaming was about. 

I slowly walked into the driveway, hoping no one had seen me, for it was forbidden to enter this house. The story was that whoever went in close to the 13th Friday, never came out alive. But I had been training since I was 12 to do this. If it was a human, I could knock them out, and if it was a ghost (If such things existed), I had to keep myself from feeling the fear. They fed off of people's fear, and I was not going to give them a reason to become stronger. With great determination, I walked up to the front door.

The creaking of the door was so loud I was afraid that the neighbours would hear it. As I stepped in, the door clicked shut behind me, too late to back out now. It was pitch dark. My heart was already thudding in my chest. I was surprised that whatever ghost or supernatural being that was said to live here had not already heard it. I clicked my torch on and shone it around. There was a smell of something rotting coming from somewhere and deciding to follow it, I headed in its direction. It led to a small staircase going up. I placed my foot slowly on the first step, scared that if I walked too fast, the stairs would break under my weight. 

I checked my phone to see the time, it was 11:50 pm. I had ten more minutes to get myself to a safe spot before the supposed screaming began. I had reached the second floor and was looking around when I heard the consistent sound of a dripping liquid. It was not of the same consistency as water could be, and I had a bad feeling about it. My suspicions were confirmed when I followed the sound. The sight before me would have frightened an ordinary soul, but not me, I had seen this on my first day of training. Blood was dripping from what could have been the study table.

Snap! I swivelled around but, the moment I did, I realised it was a mistake. A grimy hand covered my mouth and stopped me from doing anything. As I passively watched in horror as my life drained out of my limp body as the infamous screams came from the creature itself.