This might be it. My final moments are here. I can see the dark ominous storm coalescing at the edge of the horizon.
I ran before I could contemplate; I already feel the shadows clothing me. People have fled back to their homes but mine was miles away; I can’t remember the last time I saw it. But where should I go? No time to think about it. The storm was roaring like a lioness stalking her prey. I was in the middle of nowhere. All I could feel was the cold wind blistering my skin. Nevertheless, I remained courageous and strong.
Rushing forward, I searched for shelter as the leaves descended from the trees, enveloping me, smothering me as if they were trying to stop me from evading the storm. From a distance I saw a dilapidated cottage which
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The door independently creaked open. The door was large with chipped edges, making it look withered. I cautiously walked through. I entered the old building and around the corners of the broken ceiling were cobwebs with spiders just lying there lifelessly, like there was no one there to disturb them. The floorboards below me were as unstable as the waves of a sea. My mind forewarned me again, is there going to be danger ahead? There was another floor so I decided to search upstairs. For some reason, I found this house familiar, the floorboards, and the door, it all just looked familiar…
Treading as carefully as I could, I tip-toed up the stairs, fully cognizant of my surroundings. Seeing how old this house was… everything around me seemed as fragile as cut glass. I had nearly reached the top. One. Two. Thr-- my foot crashed through the penultimate step and landed into something viscous and pulsating. I looked down. I was going to be sick. Before my eyes, hundreds of repulsive insects were slithering up my foot. Immediately I pulled it out and dashed to the next floor. Once I was on the landing, I was confronted by three rooms. One of the rooms looked like a bathroom, except I couldn’t quite be sure because of the thick dust which coated the furnishings. So I entered the next room and to my right, I saw two beds with a desk in the
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Nearly there… got it! Trembling ever so slightly on the wobbly floor, I held the picture underneath a ray of light piercing its way through a hole in the ceiling. The picture was of a boy and a girl who looked about seven years old and their mother... but a part of it was missing.
With the disturbing thought lurking in my mind, I progressively entered the final room. The darkness felt stronger; it felt more powerful in here more than any other room. To my left was a king-sized bed which looked untouched by anyone for years. In front of the bed were drawers with a beautiful vase despite the dead flowers inside ruining the look. I saw another picture, it showed the same people, why these people? Two children, their mother and… me. Why am I in this picture?! I held up the picture and instantly fell to the ground.
Powerlessly lying on the dusty floor, I had a vision; I was with the children playing in the park. The children were giggling as they were pushed on the swings. Then the boy called me Daddy. But I haven’t got a family? Suddenly I awoke from my sleep, curiously wanting to know what was going on when as quick as a flash, the house began to vibrate. Unfortunately, the house was really fragile so all the walls around me began to collapse. It was hell. I hurried towards the door with serrated edges, but a cluster of rocks obstructed the exit so I ran to the shattered window and… I could no longer see it. It’s too late. This is
My mind started to wonder though each room of the house, the kitchen where mom used to spend every waking hour in. The music room where dad maintained the instrument so carefully like one day people would come and play them, but that day never came, the house was always painfully empty. The house never quite lived to be the house my parents wanted, dust bunnies always danced across the floor, shelves were always slightly crooked even when you fixed them. My parents were from high class families that always had some party to host. Their children were disappointments, for we
I stumbled onto the porch and hear the decrepit wooden planks creak beneath my feet. The cabin had aged and had succumb to the power of the prime mover in its neglected state. Kudzu vines ran along the structure, strangling the the cedar pillars that held the roof above the porch. One side of the debacle had been defeated by the ensnarement and slouched toward the earth. However, the somber structure survives in spite. It contests sanguine in the grip of the strangling savage. But the master shall prevail and the slave will fall. It will one day be devoured and its remains, buried by its master, never to be unearthed, misinterpreted as a ridge rather than a
The snow curled in my hair and rushed against my rose red cheeks. My heart pounded and my stomach glitched up and down like a pixel. The lift dodged by a big old yellow sign reading: “The Sweet Express.” The words willowed in my mind over and over again. As if it was digging into my brain and placing itself in the category labeled fear.
Once one got nearer, the archway opened up until one could see the whole front of the house in a somehow eerie way. Around the windows grew ivy and creepers, twisting their way up to the roof in a claw like fashion. The windows themselves were sparkling clean, but the curtains were drawn in most of them, even though it was almost noon. The doors were of solid pieces of dark oak and the two windows above it seemed to give the whole house a rather formidable look.
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
I didn’t know where exactly I was going. But I didn’t care. I walked aimlessly in search of shelter, a place where I could seek refuge. Hours went by, and I was losing hope. When out of the corner of my eye, through the distant, dense foliage. I noticed what could have been salvation. I was fatigued and in a feeble state, was I hallucinating? Or was this real? I stumbled through the valley, my eyes fixated on the dwelling ahead. Much to my delight it was very real. I arrived at the cabin and surveyed the surroundings. The shack itself was isolated, old and tattered, as if unattended to for an eternity. I knocked on the door, and suddenly became overwhelmed by a supernatural feeling. I could hear frantic rumbling and murmuring inside, evidently the occupant wasn’t expecting a visitor. I waited a while longer, and finally the door creaked open and I was greeted by three of the utmost repulsive looking creatures I had ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on. As disgusted as I was, I was in no position to turn away, I needed their help. They welcomed me into their abode and provided me with nourishment and directions on how to return
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
Long, wide roads, small houses, steel fences, tall palm trees, a black Toyota parked at a yellow colored house, an abandon house, which looked like it was hunted, the front door was open and you can see from afar that inside there is nothing but darkness. The house was surrounded by trees and it was secluded from all the other houses around it. These were my view as I walked into an unfamiliar building called Thomas Jefferson Middle School. As I opened the blue wooden door and walked in the building, a tremendous chill came over me, which I have never felt before. The building was very cold; I started shivering as I was walking in. It was old and was not well cared for. The colors of the walls were faded and the elevators made the sound of
It was larger than I remembered it to be: the roof stretched higher towards the blackness, the windows prolonged as if they had to sustain more people looking out of them and the perky white house it once was, now seemed to blend with its surroundings. Adrenaline surged through my veins like a brisk yellow bug. A sudden storm erupted, paralysing me as it crackled and boomed throughout the atmosphere; the thought of being in it wholly disheartened me, along with the tang of anxiety that came with it. But there was
Upon entering the dimly lit space you are immediately met with a wall of damp air that captures your attention and heightens your senses. This overwhelming feeling of mystery and intrigue takes over. Moving further into the room your eyes are drawn to a white screen. As you grow nearer, movement of shadowed figures appears, but when rounding the corner, on the other side, eerily there is no figure, just the lonely furniture
If the storm had lulled at little at sunset, it made up now for lost time. Strong and horizontal thundered the current of the wind from north-west to south-east; it brought rain like spray, and sometimes, a sharp hail like shot; it was cold and pierced me to the vitals. I bent my head to meet it, but it beat me back. My heart did not fail at all in this conflict, I only wished that I had wings and could ascend the gale, spread and repose my pinions on
Aiming my flashlight at the ground in front of me, I breathed as I saw the cold air turn my breath into a cloud. The grass that was below my boots was soft as I crushed the blades underneath, the aftermath of the light rain giving off a dewy smell to the air. Continuing my walk, I was soon distracted before I stopped myself, realizing the structure in front of me. A large gate blocked me from the other side of it, spikes protruding from the top of the gate and the sides that seemed to spread out for miles on end. Reaching out to the gate, I felt a sudden sense of dread, as though a boulder had suddenly filled my stomach.
When we arrived the door its wood having half of it rotted away hung on its tarnished brass hinges as the wind blew the door swung making this eerie creaking sound. This should have been a fair warning to suggest we continue no farther yet still with our blasted daredevil mentality we paid no attention to it and walked through the
As I stepped into the old, raggedy house, I saw an eerie light glowing from the inside. Carmichael said, “ Are you guys sure this is a good idea?” “Yes, what we see in here can be an amazing discovery!” “I agree with Randall let's go in.”, said Peter. I carefully opened the door, scared for what was going to happen next.
Apprehensively, I slowly approached the abandoned house. Behind me, a black cat mewed piteously, causing me to jump with surprise. Cursing silently, I made my way up the broken, misshapen cobblestone path until I reached the rickety staircase and porch. Despair filled me as I opened the creaky door. Evidently open, the door swung inward, creaking and whining.