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.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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?
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?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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.
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.
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.
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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