Horror Story Part 16 (Ending 2)

**NOTE** This is an alternate ending, you as the reader can choose either of the two endings that you feel is better or what fate you want to befall the main character. I hope you have enjoyed my first foray into horror. Please leave any feedback you think might be useful because I would like to something similar again.**NOTE**

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You assume the door leads to the basement and you know that would be a death trap with no way out. You look back at the creature that is just about to its feet and you make your decision. Charging it you hope to knock it off balance, you ignore the pain in your ankle and the nagging in your mind that this is a bad idea. You push against the creature, it feels soft and dry and one of your fingers breaks the skin and slips between two ribs. The creature headed for the floor its stare unmoving and its arms slowly trying to grasp at you.

With a thump it hits the floor but you don’t give it another look as you turn and prepare to climb the stairs. Just as you are about to step onto the first step your foot catches something and you fall forward. Twisting and looking back you see the creature has its dead grip on your foot. At first you try to kick it off but after two attempts you hear breaking glass coming from the kitchen. You reach down and quickly untie your shoe and try to pull yourself up the stairs. Struggling to crawl up the stairs your shoe slowly loosens and finally slips off leaving your free to scrambling up the stairs on all fours.

Upon reaching the top you look back down to see your sock half off and the creature attempting to climb up after you. You get back on your feet and enter the door of the room that you had used to reenter the house after your first failed attempt to flee. You close the door behind you and move over to the window. You look out into the fog and hope that the dog is either still trying to get into the house or is for the better already inside. You climb out onto the roof and spread out onto your stomach. Slowly but surely you make your way to the edge until finally your can feel the gutter with your shoeless foot.

Placing your feet over the edge you move more and more of your body into nothing. Soon enough your lower half is hanging over the edge and you hear the gutter grunting in protest. You hasten your movements trying to grip the cold gutter as you transfer your entire body weight just to the strength of your arms. You swing in the air for a moment before the gutter groans and lurches forward. You panic as the gutter gives way from the house and you are left with little choice but to let go.

Bending your knees you freefall for what appears to be much longer then just a mere second. When you feel the cold wetness of the ground on your foot you curl and roll trying to lessen the pain of the impact. You roll and unfurl onto the cold damp grass breathing heavy you want to rest but you need to keep moving. You groan as you get to your feet and limp toward the fence. You grasp the fence and begin the tedious motions needed to successfully climb over, your body aching with every action.

Before long you are on the other side, you almost want to cry but you stop yourself as you turn to find your bike. You see the tree where you left it and to your relief you find it right where you left it. As you mount your bike and walk it off the grass onto the street you turn and look back at the house one last time. To your surprise there is no fog shrouding the house, you half turn before you notice the front door. It looks open from this distance but you blink and turn back as you begin to peddle your bike for home. This you tell yourself will be the last of my ghost hunting adventures.

Horror Story Part 16 (Ending 1)

Desperate times call for desperate measures, you can’t recall who said that but it doesn’t matter. You point the flashlight ahead of you on the stairs as you slowly descend into the unknown. You aren’t counting but you assume you are about halfway, you can hear the muffled sound of glass breaking followed by a thud. The dog is in the house you say to yourself as you nod and try to reassure yourself coming down to the basement was the right choice.

The light finally reaches the bottom spreading out and you step into the basement. There is a small amount of light coming in through small barred windows but it barely reaches the ground. Your flashlight doesn’t fare any better, but you move it around you noticing boxes piled up in most directions. You approach a stack to see that it is covered in dust and has no markings of any kind. You feel around the side and grab the end of the tape and begin to pull it off.

The tape peels away and you fold open the lid; inside is some children’s toys but nothing out of the ordinary. You wonder if you should check the rest when you hear something coming from the corner across from you. Moving the flashlight in the direction you can hear it is crying. It’s the same crying you heard upstairs coming from the closest. The closet that you found empty after you left the room. You look back to the box and regret opening it; did you upset whoever is crying?

You move as quickly as you can back toward the stairs, you turn to face the basement and shine the light about. Nothing you can see is moving but the crying is coming from a different direction and its getting closer. Turning your head you look back up the stairs, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. You start to climb the stairs slowly hoping to at least see whatever is down here with you before it sees you. From behind you hear scrapping, is it the dog or the creature?

Your breathing starts to become erratic and you feel light headed, did you just sign your death certificate? The crying from below is getting unsettling close to the bottom of the stairs and the edge of your light. You take another step up; you are just about in the center of the door at the top and the basement below. Too many thoughts enter you mind, so many choices yet none of them seem plausible. The door handle jiggles and you try to spin but your ankle twists in pain, you begin to fall but you can’t balance yourself.

Before you realize it you are already falling and you contact the stairs rolling and tumbling the flashlight escaping your grip as your vision blurs. The darkness opens slightly the flashlight offering a slight amount of color just off to your side, you groan and try to get up but your back hurts too much. You tilt your head toward the flashlight and can barely see a silhouette bending over into the haze of light. It’s crying and as your eyes being to adjust to the light you notice a doll dangling down. You try to move feeling no harm coming from whatever stands in the darkness but the pain that throbs out from your back when you try to twist to stand blurs your vision and makes you want to vomit.

Even as you try to breath deep pain stabs you in your chest and you can feel yourself wanting to sleep. As you try to move your legs you can hear barely from above the door creak. You fight your eyelids to keep them open and look up the stairs to see light pouring in through an open doorway. The pain begins to disappear and you wonder if sleeping now would be the best thing to do. If you close your eyes now you won’t have to watch the creature descend the stairs and witness the end. You give in sliding your eyes closed, as everything slowly seems to drift into the distance you hear the crying stop and the creaking of the first basement step.

Horror Story Part 15

There is little chance of escape, not with that dog outside. You can’t see a way of stopping it, only possibly outrunning it and now even that seems out of reach. Standing you begin to wonder if surviving this at all is possible, is stopping that thing in the hall possible let alone realistic? You move to the door in the kitchen and pull the drapes aside, as you assumed the fog prevents any real vision. Just as you are about to release the shades you see something move. You turn and look again but whatever it was slipped back into the fog.

You know it’s the dog, is it getting desperate having been teased with your body twice now? You check the two windows in the kitchen and as with the rest on the first floor, they are all boarded over. The only glass that isn’t is the upper top of the backdoor in the kitchen but you assure yourself it’s too high and small for the dog to reach. You think about tricking the dog, perhaps opening the back door, letting it rush and quickly slipping out and closing the door behind it. You move back to the window and brush aside the drapes.

The dog is sitting there now, just about the same spot it did when you first found it. You swallow trying to build up the courage to try the plan but you can’t stop your hand from shaking to get a grip on the door handle. The dogs head tilts as if studying you, it adjusts its weight on its back legs. You step back from the door; it might be better to now tease the dog anymore. You move back toward the hallway your ankle keeping you at a slow pace, you find the creature is nearly so its feet. The crowbar is still jutting out of its side, the creature as if sensing your presence locks onto you with its dead stare.

From the kitchen you hear breaking glass, you turn and see small shards of glass falling away from the door, the drapes bellowing. The dog was very likely going to find its way into the house sooner then later and trying to get back upstairs to reattempt your earlier exit doesn’t seem like an option. The creature turns its head toward the sound of the broken glass. You look to the only door between you and the creature that you haven’t opened.

With nothing to lose you step forward to the door and open it. Dust and foul air pours out and overcomes you, you cough and close your eyes. You wave a hand before you face to clear the air, the doorway leads into darkness, your flashlight displays that it is indeed a basement. For the second time you hear glass breaking behind you, it sounds heavier this time and there is no way to tell how much longer it will hold out. You know that descending into the basement might seal your fate but you’d rather live that much longer to try to fight then be faced with the dog once it gets inside.

You give one last quick glance at the creature as it twists its body and stands tall once more. Stepping onto the top of the stairs leading down you close the door behind you. For a moment you think back to before you left your house, did you ever for a second think it would end up like this?

Horror Story Part 14

You are fighting for you life and appear to be losing. The creature reaches the forth step but your priority is the door and the dog behind it. You turn to face the door pushing it with your arms as you step back, you watch the dog’s snout. It snaps and snares but for a split second it disappears back outside, this is your chance. You throw your body against the door, the impact forces the air from your lungs. The door clicks and as you gasp for air you finally lower your arms and for a moment you relax.

A thump behind you, you turn to see the creature has placed its left foot on the floor. Its right foot slowly rising disturbingly not wavering at all. For a moment you unconsciously drop your backpack and pull out the crowbar, its almost as if someone else is controlling your body. You raise the crowbar and the creature steps forward, its empty hallow eyes drawing you in. Its arms start to raise the fingers still unmoving, you ready yourself feeling you have only one chance. Trying to stay steady you find you are still slightly shaking, the creatures hands are inches from you now.

The muscles in your arms tense and you swing straining to put all the strength you have into it. The crowbar impacts the creature in its side, a nauseating sound of cracking bone and the squishing of rotten flesh. Your grip is loosened from the impact and the crowbar slides from your hands as the creature begins to tip and fall over. For a moment you think you’ve did it, you think you’ve won. As the creature falls its head twists the flesh on its neck straining and splitting, its twisted visage sends a chill down your spine.

As if in slow motion the creature’s body crashes into the floor the crowbar still protruding from its torso. For a moment you wait but you snap back to your senses and hurriedly pick up your backpack and flashlight. You consider for a second retrieving your crowbar after all you are now weaponless but you want to be done with this house and everything in it. Faced with another possible life ending decision you look toward the stairs, the hallway that leads to the kitchen or the side room that you remember has the crow behind the door.

The kitchen seems like the best place to go at the moment perhaps you can find a knife there. You look down at the creature surprised to find it looking back up at you. It is slowly but surely attempting to get back to its feet, you urgently move around it toward the kitchen. On your right you pass the room where you first looked into the house, you ignore it. On your left you pass a door, you stop a moment and wonder if it leads to the basement or if it is simply a closet. Movement behind you abruptly interrupts your curiosity and you rush into the kitchen.

The small cone of vision that the light affords you shows you nothing but empty counter tops and cabinets. You begin to throw up the drawers and when even the last one turns out to be empty you curse and stamp your foot and it explodes in pain. You cry out in pain, with all that has happened recently the adrenaline must have covered up the pain. Bending down to touch your ankle you are now at a crossroads, you can die huddled on the floor of the kitchen nursing your ankle or you can fight.

Horror Story Part 13

Now is your chance, if it’s in that room facing the window it won’t see you and if you are careful it won’t hear you. You move your hand to the doorknob and turn it millimeters at a time, you tense every turn dreading any noise. Finally with a trivial click that you barely hear you pull the door inward. Pausing again you listen but you hear nothing so you pull more, moving out of the doors way you turn your flashlight off. The door ajar just enough for you to pass through you release the knob and edge into the hallway.

You don’t dare turn your flashlight on yet as it might see the light. You drag your feet across the floor completing your shift into the hallway. Turning toward the door where you had earlier fled you see some light piercing through the broken door, you blink. That doesn’t seem right the door shouldn’t be, your though is abruptly cut short by your comprehension of what you are seeing. The door isn’t what is obstructing the light it is too uneven and unnatural. You have a sinking feeling in your stomach and as you turn to run the creature lurches forward.

Outrunning that thing was easy before, however now with the pain you feel in your ankle it will be a challenge. Trying to ignore the pain you face the stairs, you reach out to the railing and lean onto it as you all but fall down the stairs as quickly as you can. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, fear overpowers rational thought and you rush for the front door. You fumble with the handle before you try the lock fighting to turn it against the years of rust. The lock slides back into place in the door and you pull against the door warped into the frame.

You can’t hear the stairs behind you creaking, the door slowly giving way. With one last tug the door pops free and reluctantly swings open. Prepared to flee the house forever you begin to step out. The fog before you rips open as the body of the dog tears through the air toward you. Instinctively you try to throw the door closed but this time the dog is a little faster. The dog slams into the door as you push it closed the collision sends the dog crashing down to the floor and leaves the door still partly open. You rapidly attempt to push the door closed but it catches where it had warped giving you a hard time earlier as you attempted to open it.

The dog gets back on its feet and immediately tries to enter the house forcing its snout into the gap. You see the rotten maw of the dog peaking through the space between the door and frame. Turning you try using your body weight against the door but with the dog lending a hand the door is winning. Your eyes drift as you struggle to close the door, which is when you become aware of the fact that the creature is descending the stairs mere feet from you. Terror grips your entire body the creature is only five steps from being with grasping distance and here you are pushing to close the door from another form of death.

Horror Story Part 12

You try to push up from your foot anchored on the gutter but the pain tells you to prevent further injury. The dog is relentless and continues to jump up at its potential meal. At this very moment your regret the crowbar and its added weight, you reach for another handle to heave yourself higher. At last you are able to shift your weight off your injured ankle and pull your other leg up for support. Back up to your knees you try to rotate your foot but it only hurts more.

Cursing you begin to crawl back toward the window moving slower and more cautious. Pulling yourself up you shine your flashlight into the room, it appears that the door is closed. You look over to the other window, it’s farther down and therefore more space between you and the thing bashing through the door at the end of the hall. You wonder for a moment if the door is still holding of if that creature is in the room now.

Inching across the roof to the next window it is once again silent you can’t hear the dog anymore. Once again you check the room with your flashlight, the door is closed and the room appears safe. You check the window to see if it’s open not wanting to swing a crowbar out here. Its lock or at least jammed, you feel you might be able to pry it open. Forcing the crowbar into the small gap you twist and turn it forcing it forward when you can. The wood is weak and slowly gives up, the window sliding up slightly every heave.

The gap is wide enough for your hands so you put the crowbar away and place your hands under the window. Pulling up the window objects with an assortment of sounds before finally giving in and sliding up. You swallow your mouth dry and parched, a memory smacks into your head, you have a bottle of water in your backpack. Climbing into the room quietly you sit on the floor and open your backpack. You shake your head, you totally forgot about the bottle of water, rope and the first aid kit you threw in here. Taking the bottle of water you drink unless you need to gasp for air.

You replace the cap before opening the first aid kit, doesn’t appear to have anything for a sprained ankle so you close it and return it to your backpack. You touch the rope, it feels strong enough to hold your weight but you can’t think of much use for it for now. You start to crank the flashlight again in the darkness as you plan your next move. From out the door and down the hall you can’t hear anything, did the creature give up or is it in the room now. You stop yourself from thinking of anymore worse case scenarios, it’s the last thing you need right now.

Trying to be as quiet as possible you stand and take a quick look around the room, it’s mostly empty. No bed or dresser only two chairs a desk and a bookcase, which is strangely empty. Hobbling slowly through the room to the door you keep the flashlight aim toward the ceiling. Stopping just before the door you press your ear gently against it hoping for a hint of anything in the hallway. For a long time there is nothing then the sound of glass breaking, its very slight but you hear it again. The picture in your mind is the creature at the window that you broke stepping on the bits of glass on the floor.

Horror Story Part 11

Turning back to the window you know that time is limited and may be all you have left. Closing your eyes you swing the crowbar toward the window, it splinters before shattering. You feel small pieces of glass hit your hands, arms and one even nicks your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes you are greeted with a wicked grinning window, the pieces of glass left looking a lot like broken teeth.

You quickly tap each remaining piece of class knocking it out of the windowpane before you are satisfied to climb through. You shove the crowbar back into your backpack as you hear the door creak and the dresser groan. Not bothering to look back at the door you start to climb out onto the roof. The fog is still thick and your flashlight is all but useless. At first you are surprised but remember that the second floor seemed to be smaller then the first and the roof extended out around the front end of the house.

You steady yourself but the angle is harder to manage then you thought, you resort to crawling toward the edge. As you get nearer you notice that you can’t see the ground through the fog, the fall might be farther then you think. As you turn the options over in your mind you hear a noise. You tilt your head and scan the fog below, it sounded like a chain. Holding your breath you strain to hear anything in the dead silence around you. A growl rumbles up from the fog slowly and deeply. You know in your gut it’s the dog, it must be waiting for you to come down.

You curse your decision to come out here; you just trapped yourself between a dog and the thing crashing itself into the door inside. Eerily as if on cue you hear another loud thud followed by a louder snapping of wood. That door won’t hold much longer, the time has come to take your life into your hands, lie down and die or fight for survival. Looking back toward the fog you picture the dog sitting patiently, it has time that you do not. Rationalizing you try to consider your options once again, the dog is probably faster then you are dead or not. The thing behind you is an unknown but it seems slow, it doesn’t appear it can move quickly that is your best opportunity.

Knowing full well you can’t go back into the room you just left you begin to crawl back toward the house and look for another window. You recall two other rooms on this side of the house as you ran into the one where you ultimately ended up here. Moving swiftly around the corner of the second floor the two windows come into view. For a split second you let your guard down and your foot slips, unexpectedly you are now sliding to your doom. Frantically you claw at the shingles trying to desperately stop your decent. Your foot awkwardly catches the gutter and your ankle twists but it affords you the moment you need to get a grip and stop yourself from falling off the roof.

Breathing heavy and in pain you are relieved to be safe for the moment but you hear a chain dragging below. Snarling and snapping the dog is jumping up at your other foot dangling slightly over the gutter. The sound of the decaying jaw snapping together sends shivers down your spine.

Horror Story Part 10

Panic, your knees lock as your mind screams “move”. The creature reaches the third step, the fourth, your eyes well and you want to cry and beg for your life but nothing happens. The creature climbs the fifth step, the sixth; your body begins to shake violently. You close your eyes and scream until you need to gasp for breath, you burst into a run down the hall you haven’t yet explored.

Your mind races and your body thumps sweat and tense as you try to pick your fate. Unlike the other side of the hall you find three doors here, two along the wall as before but this time there is a door at the end of the hall. You believe it to be the master bedroom but is that the best option, does it even matter at this point? You know now that you must get outside, even with that dog out there it’s better then being in here.

You go with your gut and run to the door at the end of the hall, as you turn the handle you turn and look back. Pushing open the door and turning to bring the light back down the hallway you see the creature coming off the last step. Walking backwards into the room you watch as it slowly turns its body toward you. Slamming the door you breathe a momentary sigh of relief but soon you return to panic mode looking around quickly for something to block the door with.

The room is filled with furniture, two dressers, a huge bed a few chairs none of which look very good to block a door but you have little choice and limited time. You bite the flashlight as you slide one of the chairs toward the door, its too low to jam into the handle so you place it and move back for the dresser. Grunting and struggling you push and heave the heavy dress toward the door, as it gets close it catches something and begins to tip, you move with he movement and it tumbles over.

Coughing from the dust that has just been trusted into the air you search for the flashlight. You see a muffled light on the floor and reach down to find it is covered by some kind of fabric. You throw it off and pick up the light to find that the dresser fell to your advantage in front of the door and actually broke the old chair you had placed there. One of the draws had opened the front part breaking from the jarring movement; it had strewn some cloths about. Satisfied for now you start to look for a window, currently your only way out.

You can see a little light coming threw a crack in the darkness near the other side of the room next to the bed. Throwing the heavy thick curtains apart you are greeting with a clear window without bars. Another wave of hope flows over you as you drop your backpack and once again grab your crowbar. You prepare to smash the window when from behind you hear a thud and a moan. You half turn wondering if you should throw something else up against the door or just smash the window and get out of here.

Horror Story Part 9

The soft sounds of footsteps and crying is getting closer, your grip on the crowbar tightens with each passing second. Knuckles are white and the tips of your fingers are going numb. The sound is all around you know, you can’t place where it is but your eyes never leave the doorway looking out into the darkness of the hall. The flashlight lying on the floor is starting to dim, you’ll need to crank it soon or it’ll go out completely.

The fading light snaps you out of your stupor; you reach down and pick up the flashlight. You reluctantly place the crowbar back into your backpack before you begin to crank the flashlight. You notice its quiet, you were so focused on the flashlight that you never noticed that it was suddenly quiet, too quiet. Satisfied that the flashlight was charged enough you pick up your backpack and move cautiously to the door. You angle yourself as to see as much of and as far as possible into the hallway.

The light is almost useless serving only to make sure you don’t trip, you reach the door-frame and take a deep breath. The last thought in your mind before you step out into the hallway is that you’ll run and jump thru the window if anything faces you. The light struggles against the blackness but it is probably for the better, you can’t see anything. You walk back down the hall toward the first door you entered, the one where you swear you heard someone crying. You pause a moment to look into the room, your heart skips a beat the closet door is open.

A sudden urgency comes over you and you move a little faster toward the stairs. As you approach the banister and as you begin to weigh your options of going on or going back downstairs you are greeted with a terrible sight. At the foot of the stairs stands a figure, quite possibly the very thing that you saw descend the stairs earlier. You can’t move, you want to but you can’t. The flashlight out of curiosity slowly begins to slide down the stairs illuminating just barely each step closer to the creature. A bead of sweat drips over your eyelash into your eye but you don’t blink, you don’t dare blink.

The light finally reaches the creature, its legs covered with tattered pants its feet shielding by the final step. The light slowly creeps up to the torso revealing a ragged half tucked in shirt stained and dirty. The arms hang lifelessly even the fingers deathly still and unmoving. The neck of the thing is taut like the skin was stretched thin almost to the point of ripping. The face had a color too hard to describe but far from healthily, it nose bony and barely visible. The eye sockets were deep and sucked in the light, the little amount of hair was without any color.

Feeling sick and wanting to throw up you finally blink and even though it is only for a millisecond it feels much longer. You feel a sense of dread and reality of the situation begins to set in, you are going to die here. As if sensing the fear the creature beings to climb the stairs.

Horror Story Part 8

Tilting your head you want to believe that it’s all in your mind but it’s getting louder. Your heartbeat is starting to drown out the sound again but the crying just seems to become louder to the point of it piercing your ears. You cup your left ear and push your head into your shoulder as you point the flashlight at the closest door. Part of you wants to open it, the other run screaming from the house.

Stepping up to the closet the crying seems to echo, as you reach for the knob it stops. You decide to leave it closed and start moving back into the hall, as you body leaves the threshold of the room the crying begins again quiet at first like before. You try to ignore it, checking back toward the stairs you move farther down the hallway. A painting hangs to your right or at least a frame, normally odd but for now it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. You find another door, the room you assume parallel to the one you just exited.

You touch the doorknob; it doesn’t feel cold at all however you have to force the handle for it to click open. The door creaks open much more loudly then the other, you cringe hoping the noise doesn’t carry throughout the house. This room is a large contrast from the other; you can see a window and the room is lit in a bluish glow from the moon. You step into the room looking about, you see a bed and a dresser the closet is open some old cloths are inside. You move toward the window, you can hear the sobbing coming from the room across. You look out the window but to your surprise all you can see is fog and the light from the moon somehow piercing through.

You strain your fingers trying to open the window but it barely creaks. Giving up that attempt you remove your backpack and fumble for the crowbar when the crying from the other room turns into a scream. You freeze crowbar in hand the fog playing with the glow from the moon dancing images across the floor. You hear a thud followed by another, then a pop and a creak. You stand up straight eyes darting about, you aren’t sure but you think its coming from the room next door. The closet perhaps, did the door just open?

You look back at the window; do you dare break it now? What if the sound attracts something, what if you can’t break it. Too many questions not enough answers, you begin to sweat. You move to the wall placing your ear to it trying to listen, you hear what sounds like a footstep, then another and another. Coming away from the wall you look toward the open door into the hallway, you grip the crowbar tightly. It couldn’t be the same thing that you saw downstairs could it? How could it be, although the passage of time since you left that thing downstairs eludes you, just how long have you been up here? The thought bubble is popped by the sounds of steps in the hall followed by a soft sobbing.

Horror Story Part 7

You unconsciously touch the camera around your neck; a thought enters your mind. Should I say something? Would it be a good idea to try and record what might be your last moments and try to throw it out a window so at least someone anyone might know what happened here. You shake your head and snap out of it, you can’t think like that it’ll get you killed. Just thinking of that word makes you swallow hard, you throat dry and parched. Think positive, think of a way out.

The front door, is it open and what about the dog, can you outrun it? How much time do you have before that thing finds you standing up against this door lost in your own thoughts? You have little choice; the second floor is your goal now. You step away from the door and edge deeper into the room toward the front entrance. You turn the flashlight down not wanting to shine it too far ahead. The beating of your heart is making it hard to try to pick out any noises around. You pause for a moment and look at the front door, you second-guess your choice to move upstairs but it’s already too late.

You take the first step slowly easing into it, the next is just as hard as the first, each time you hold your breath and hope that it doesn’t make a sound. Five, six, seven, its all going so well then you hear it, a moan. You stop and hold your breath but you realize your foot is frozen mid air it hasn’t touched the eight step yet. Resisting the urge to turn around you keep climbing the stairs only faster now, creaks be damned. Finally reaching the last step you look around, to your left is the banister and a hallway, to your right another hallway.

Right or left, left or right did it even matter? You choose left; at least you can look back and see the stairs thru the banister. You swing the flashlight around as you move noticing peeling wallpaper and a horribly dirty rug. A glint catches your eye; it’s a doorknob, slowly reaching out your hand shakes. It’s cold to the touch almost draining the heat from your hand, you twist and it clicks. The door swings open with a slight creak; a cold gust of air causes you to gasp.

The darkness of the room eats the light, you can only see barely a foot in front of you and if there are any windows they are well covered. You take the camera and try to see if it has any better luck seeing into the darkness, it doesn’t fair any better then the flashlight. Before you turn it off you accidentally snap a picture. You take a few steps into the room; your eyes are adjusting to the dark but with barely any light its not making much of a difference. You turn around and around looking for something in the door, you see a door, probably a closet a dresser and a small bed.

Looking toward the bed, the closet door behind you, you lean and try to look under the bed. You jump when you hear a faint noise, someone is crying, you turn and listen, it’s coming from the closet.

Horror Story Part 6

You have an idea but you need to execute it quickly, you take your camera from around your neck and change the settings for best viewing in darkness. You twist the viewfinder around and you hold it toward the corner, you move slowly trying not to stop your hand from shaking. The room is very dark and the viewfinder isn’t showing good detail but as you slowly turn it you see something. The figure you saw on the stairs is standing in the doorway of the room and it seems its looking directly at your camera.

You clench your teeth and wait, it’s too hard to tell what if anything it’s looking at by the small viewfinder but in your heart you know it is. It twitches and starts to step forward; you recklessly turn and start to run out of the kitchen toward the entrance hall. You stop only a moment to consider making a move toward the front door but you’re better judgment tells you to continue moving left. You scramble for your flashlight as you run down the short hall into another room. Stopping and turning you check behind you as you click the flashlight on. Its clear for the moment, you return the camera to your neck and quickly assess the situation in the room you currently find yourself.

As first glance it seems like a library of sorts, perhaps a study, the walls are all shelved with books and bookends and other knickknacks. There is a desk and a rather large birdcage, empty and open. You check behind you once more before stepping into the room out of sight of the hallway. You try to gather your thoughts about what is happening and more importantly how to get out of this house. You notice a door across from the desk, the first door you’ve noticed besides the basement that leads presumable into another room. You approach the door wondering if you’ve make a grave mistake, does this door lead into a closet or the room at the front of the house? As you consider opening it or quickly making your way back out of the room you hear a caw.

You turn around moving the light back to the birdcage, still empty its door askew. You see movement atop one of the bookcases and move the light to find a bird, more specific a crow. At least at one time it might have been a crow, as with the dog the eyes give back no light and the bird is missing many feathers. The light seems to agitate it and it spreads its sparsely covered wings cawing at you in anger. The threat from the bird is quickly outweighed by the realization that the noise might bring the attention of whatever came down the stairs. As if on cue you hear something in the hallway, you don’t want to check this time.

You decide that the time for action is now, you turn the handle on the door and to your relief it clicks and creaks open. Not wasting time you move thru the door and close it behind you. You lean against the door as you swing the light around the room; a fancy looking love seat and a coffee table are before you as well as some end tables. Just to your right you can see the front door. You form a mental picture of the layout of the house by what you’ve seen so far; you don’t have much time but your standard the main hallway seems to connect all the rooms. With a crow behind the door, a thing in the hallway and a dog at the backdoor your options are quickly becoming thin.

Horror Story Part 5

You wipe your sweat palms on your pants as your mind races, the creaks on the stairs are getting closer and time is running out. You turn off the flashlight hoping your eyes have adjusted enough to see. You don’t want to risk the light giving away your position; you step lightly toward the entrance hall hoping to sneak a peak at the stairs.

As you come closer to the edge your mind starts playing tricks on you. You see things in the dark, eyes and hands watching, reaching. You hope it’s your mind playing tricks on you, you hope. You stop just before the open frame and lean forward barely letting your eye peak around the corner. Moonlight is coming in thru the top of the front door affording you a little view of the stairs. The angle is bad but something is there, the light isn’t forgiving but you can see a frame of a human. It looks human at least; tall, thin, strands of hair catch the light and seem to sparkle. It stops suddenly, the stairs creak and the figure shivers in place.

Its head twitches and it begins to turn in your direction, you freeze for a moment you want to see the face but it might see you. You jerk yourself back around the corner and try to steady your breathing. What was it? Breathing steady thru your nose you listen to even the slightly pin drop, nothing. You want to look again but you have a feeling its still looking, so you ever slowly begin to move toward the other room hoping to get a better angle. Almost dragging your feet across the floor dust filling the air threaten to make you sneeze you approach the doorway of the room where you first noticed the footprints. You take a quick look at the backdoor, still closed you picture the dog sitting patiently staring.

As you come to the archway between the rooms you stop and listen again, still nothing. You move closer to your left once again leaning barely peaking, the angle gives you a limited view so you lean deeper. You see the other frame, the entrance hall the tip of the banister then the first step. You slide your feet a few inches and prepare to lean deeper, the second step and the banister going ever upward. You look up and down but see nothing, it hadn’t moved beyond the third step; you are around to breath a sigh of relief when you see something move. You tensing up and try to move your head back but your neck cramps and you can see a foot come forward.

You bend your knee and snap your head back around the corner; you heart is beating so hard you can feel it in your throat. The foot you saw wasn’t on the stairs; it was moving into the room just behind you, when did it come off the stairs? Why didn’t you hear anything? More importantly is what to do now; it’s only a few feet away and possibly stepping closer. You need to think fast and move faster if you don’t want the thing to see or get to you.

Horror Story Part 4

You steady your nerves but you still can’t help wanting to be sure you have an escape route so you move quickly but quietly to the back door. Your fear is realized as you pull the door, its stuck. Placing the flashlight on your chest and holding it with your chin you grip the handle with both hands and pull with your entire body weight. You hear the door creak and feel it move and without warning it comes free and send you onto your back the flashlight bouncing to the floor next to you.

A cool breeze passes over you as you raise yourself up on your elbows; your eyes catch something in the yard. You squint as your right hand fumbles for the flashlight. You aren’t sure what it is you are seeing but as your fingers touch the flashlight you sit up and bring the light before you. Your mouth drops, it’s a dog. A dog! Why? How? Your mind flies with questions as you slowly move up to your knee trying not to arouse the creature. You move the light slightly, you see no collar no chain and soon you see little details, the dog looks very sick. Its front left paw has no fur and one of its ears is bend and chewed.

You move to a standing position and move the light when you noticed you don’t see a reflection, the eyes aren’t giving back any light. You can never recall seeing animal eyes that didn’t reflect light when it was shone onto them. Shuffling your feet ever so slowly you inch forward reaching for the door, the dog stands on all fours. You stop, your eyes twitch and you see the dog’s tail not only has no fur or any skin. The dog lowers its head and the instant you notice one of its paws lift off the dirt you swing the door and throw yourself against it. Breathing heavy you brace yourself expecting to have the dog throw into the door but nothing comes. A few moments pass and you finally stand upright and move the dusty crumbling drapes from the window on the door. You are startled to see the dog sitting calmly on the other side of the door staring up and you.

The dog snarls showing rotten broken teeth; you also notice why the light didn’t reflect in its eyes, it didn’t have any. You drop the drapes and the severity of things sinks in, you are now most likely trapped inside this house. Looking around the kitchen you wonder if you should barricade the door. You move toward a chair when a noise unsettles you worse then the dog had. A creak sounding like it came from the top of the stairs. Suddenly you remember where you were before the kitchen door slammed. The noise upstairs, the creaks that sounded like someone was walking around, they were now coming from the stairs.

You want to panic but you know its too late you already are, you must calm yourself and think rationally if you want to escape. Your options are too many, one of which is taking your chances with the dog. The basement seemed like a terrible idea but what other options did you have?

Horror Story Part 3

You feel goose bumps all over your body and you try to prevent yourself from shaking. You think about reality and reasoning, ghosts don’t exist and this has an easy explanation. The footprints might be your mind playing tricks on you or they are old. You move the light again to see that the footprints start at the window and move out of the room to your left. You blink and look back and forth realizing that the footprints start at the window, so how come there are no prints leading to the window.

You swallow again and start to get nervous but your pride and curiosity get the better of you. Swinging the light you check the ceiling on a hunch, nothing, somehow you thought you might see footprints up there too. You smirk to yourself and step into the room watching the doorway. The air is thick and has an unpleasant odor but you can’t place it. You adjust the backpack on your shoulders, up until this point you’d forgotten you’d even had it. You swing it around and remove the camera, checking the flash you take a few shots of the floor and the prints.

Trying to hold the flashlight and the camera takes some dexterity but you manage. You slip the camera over your neck using the lanyard and prepare to move farther into the house. The doorway leads into an entrance hall type room. Directly in front of you is a staircase leading to the second floor and to the right is the front door. You second-guess your choice to shine the light up toward the second floor; if anyone else were there they’d see it.

A creak causing you to jump and your heart skips a beat, it isn’t a pleasant feeling and you quickly start to sweat. You move the light around franticly at first but soon steady out and notice a door that presumably leads to the basement. Beyond that looks to be another room or perhaps it’s just another way into the kitchen? Before you can make a decision as to which room to explore next you hear a creaking sound followed by a slam. You jump again but instinctively move back and look into the kitchen, as you thought the door you pried open had slammed shut. As you take a step forward you hear a familiar moaning sound.

You spin moving the light toward the stairs, it sounded like it came from upstairs but it also sounded like the same noise as when you were prying the backdoor open, perhaps its just the wind. You wonder if you should secure the backdoor first preventing it from slamming again and perhaps jamming shut in case of a hasty exit or maybe you are just over-reacting and should check the rest of the house as you intended before the interruption.

Weighing each possibility in your mind you unconsciously begin to crank the flashlight. Above you the floor creaks, this time you aren’t moved, however the creaking doesn’t stop. It sounds like someone is walking slowly across the room upstairs.

Horror Story Part 2

Thinking it might be best to avoid being seen smashing a window on the front of the house you start to move towards the back. It’s starting to get dark fast now but a sudden chill down your spine prevents you from rushing forward. You’ve done this before you tell yourself; this is just a new experience. Passing by boarded windows you don’t bother peaking inside until something catches your eye.

No one lives here it was nothing, just your mind playing tricks on, you step toward the window. You lean forward and look through a small crack between the boards, its too dark to see. It was nothing it had to be, you keep moving toward the back of the house. As you turn the corner you notice a pole sticking up in the backyard with a chain strewn about, must have been for a dog. You notice the backdoor and step to it while bringing your backpack around to your front. Removing your crowbar you get a sudden surge of adrenaline. Placing the backpack beside you, you place the crowbar in the doorframe and adjust your footing.

You hear the frame creak and start to crack as you work the crowbar trying to free the door. You stop when you hear a moan that didn’t sound like it came from the wood; slowly you begin to breath again. With one last pull the frame creaks and the door cracks open swinging into the house. A gust of air pours out over you and you drop the crowbar. You shiver as you bend down to retrieve it never removing your eyes from the blackness of the doorway. You replace the crowbar, remove the flashlight and throw the pack over your shoulder. Cranking the flashlight you take a step into the house, somehow its colder inside but it can’t be you just need to relax.

With a click and a flood of light into the bleak darkness the light came forth. You swing the light from left to right, seems you are in the kitchen. Everything is covered with dust and the smell is almost too much to bear. You can’t quite tell what it is but you are sure you’ve smelled it before but never as strong. Where to check first you think to yourself when the light catches the way into the room directly across from you and judging by the layout it’s the room where you thought you saw something move from the crack in the window.

With a hard swallow you gather the courage to step forward, the darkness seems to eat the light if it stays in place for one moment too long. You stop just before entering the room and move the light to the window, you see the small gap you peered through. You move the light along the wall passing old pictures and a painting of a ship. It moves over a large chair and down across floor when you snap it back and your stomach drops.

You move the light to your own feet and see the dust. Slowly you turn and look back, you can see where you had been walking, the dust thick on the floor like a light snow. You take a deep breath and look back at the floor before the chair, footprints. They go from the window across the room and out to your left. You feel sick and suddenly do not want to be here.

Horror Story Part 1

You were already awake when the alarm went off; you keep staring at the ceiling, the volume of the radio gets louder. Finally you sit up and turn it off, today was the day. Everything was planned and perfect, well almost everything. You couldn’t have foreseen your friend’s aunt getting sick and him needing to go with his parents to visit her. However nothing was going to stop you from exploring that house tonight, nothing.

You check your backpack again for the fifth time since packing it yesterday afternoon; a crank flashlight, rope, first aid kit, crowbar, gloves and room for a bottle of water and your camera. You take your camera and two extra fully charged batteries and toss them into the bag before heading downstairs. You are so hyped you don’t feel hungry but you eat some cereal anyway before filling a large bottle with filtered water and running back upstairs.

Since you were little you’ve wanted to be a ghost hunter, granted proof of such things is hard to come buy and usually debunked but you still liked the thrill of going into an abandoned building after dark and having a look around. So far its all been boring, boarded windows and smelly rooms is all you’ve had the pleasant experience of till today. Your friend let you in on something he heard about from a fellow paranormal follower. It was a large house that had been abandoned for quite some time now, it was another town over which made sense since you were up to date on everything in your home town.

Grabbing your prepared backpack you quickly make your way downstairs and get your bike out from the garage. Peddling down your driveway you glance at your watch, if you keep a good pace you should make it to the house just before the sun goes down. You planned to have light to see any structural problems or alternate entrances before entering the house but a bike doesn’t come with GPS and you take longer then expected. When you finally reach what you think is the block the house is on the sun is already setting but its too far and too late to go back now.

Riding down the street you soon realize that the house isn’t on the block but rather it’s at the dead end and bigger then you expected. You place your back behind a tree near the front of the property and climb over the fence that surrounds the house. It’s going to be too dark to see soon and too risky to use the flashlight outside, you might be seen. You see a window on the front porch that looks broken but you might have better luck checking around the back.

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