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.