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.