Don't Go In

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I hadn't gone trick or treating for awhile now. Hadn't dressed up since the 8th grade. But there I was, putting on some stupid Halloween costume. I hope zombie isn't too cliche. A couple of my friends from school invited me to go trick or treating with them, and the one rule was I had to dress up. Anyway, my friends showed up at my house so we could start together. Austin was a pirate. My other friend, Ray, was Cookie Monster. Yeah, I didn't ask. So we went to a couple houses, but the one that we all starred at, was the Haunted House. And I don't mean the kind you're neighbor sets up. This was a legitimate haunted house. Some guy tried staying here for a night, he was lucky he even got out. He was super famous on the internet after that. Austin and Ray kept pressuring me to go in. "I'm not going in there, did you not see the video?" I asked them. "Of course I did," Austin replied. "And none of it was real, it was a hoax, catch some spooky stuff on camera, boom, easy views." Ray continued. They continued telling me to go inside, I gave in and walked up to the front door. The windows were completely boarded up. "Don't Go In" was spray painted on the boards. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Luckily, the door is old, so with enough force, I got it open, but I'm honestly unsure getting that door open was anything near lucky. I closed the door behind me, and started to walk around. Not much had changed since the video was taken. The wallpaper was peeling away, revealing the rotting wood from underneath. The floors creaked so loudly, and the smell. It smelled like there was sewage in the house. I had to hold my nose, in order to keep going. I started to walk up the stairs, the creaking stopped, but the smell got worse. It smelled more than just sewage, but I couldn't decipher what it was. Either way I kept going. I stepped into the bathroom to look around. Surprisingly, it smelled better in the bathroom than it did in the rest of the house. Then, SLAM!! The door closed shut. I jumped and bumped my head on the mirror. I turned around and tried to open it, but the door was being held closed. "Dammit. Austin, Ray, I swear to God if you're really going to pull this shit on me!" And right after that the door swung open. And standing there wasn't Austin or Ray. She was tall, and thin. Her head pointed to the side, but her eyes were on me. I screamed and tried to run, but after I got down the stairs, I couldn't move my legs. Hands had come up from the floors and grabbed me. They started dragging me down into the floor. She just stood there and watched and I was taken, taken to... Honestly, I don't know. It's pitch black, and I feel like I'm floating in nothingness. But I could still smell that horrid smell. And I could still hear. I heard the door open, I heard the floor boards creak. I can only hope Austin and Ray run faster than me.

(So that was Don't Go In. I hope whoever may be reading this enjoyed the story. I know I have never talked to the readers before, but it's been a year since I've started posting stories on Wattpad, and I felt like talking a bit. First off, Happy Halloween, although it might not be Halloween when you're reading this, it was when I wrote this. And secondly, thank you to everyone who has stopped by to read one of my stories. Whether you read all of them, read only a couple, or hell, read one, hated it, and never looked back. Thank you, thank you for giving my story the chance. Although it may only take a minute or two to read one of my flash fiction stories, I'm still grateful that you gave my story that time. I'd also like to specially thank my one follower, they are my biggest fan, and I don't think I'd be doing this without them. Now for anyone who has read one or more of my stories, and has enjoyed them, please, leave a comment, or click the star, or if you really liked it, maybe a follow. But, whether you do any of those things or not, I still want to say thank you. This first year with you has been fun, and I hope to continue to share this time with you for the second one.)

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