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.