Enjoy! I'm so sorry that I have been so quiet lately, and I promise I will be better about posting! Please enjoy this short story! I've been really excited to share this with you! This is for Scratchtober Haunted House I laughed as I said goodbye to my friends. I was just leaving a party I went to that night. Recently, I moved into some creepy house. I wasn’t thrilled when I saw the house, but I quickly adjusted to the friends, the people in general, and the weather. I hadn’t adjusted to the house though. My mom wanted to buy it because it was cheaper. It was a huge house, so I questioned the price, but then I stopped questioning it when I saw the creepy quality. I had a good job, and a good life. But I was still looking at houses for myself. I had tons of money, and I could totally make it on my own. I was only 23, and I had a great life already. I stepped into my car, and drove home. The house was creepy as usual, and it gave me shivers as it always did. I walked into the house, and then I waited for my mom to welcome me home, but it stayed silent. I walked towards the kitchen, which is where you would find my mom on normal occasions. “Mom!” I yelled. Nothing. “Mom! This isn’t funny! Your car is right outside! I know you’re there!” I yelled across the house. The house stayed silent, but that wouldn’t stop me from figuring out why she wasn’t responding. I walked to my mom’s room to find splotches of blood on the ground. “What the-” I said as I looked up to my mom’s bed. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was. It was why she wasn’t responding. My mom was laying there with a knife in her chest, with her eyes wide open. I walked up closer to her, my eyes flooding with tears. I lifted up her arm to see a message carved into her arm. “Run.” Was all it said. “I…” I said, too stunned to finish my sentence. I backed up slowly, and my slow walk turned into a run, and I quickly turned around and started running as fast as I could. This couldn’t be happening. I grabbed my backpack while I was running, and I reached the door. I shook the handle, hoping it would unlock. But it didn’t. The handle broke off, and I screamed in horror. Time slowed down, and I felt a cold chill creep up my body, and I felt cold, dry skin touch my shoulder. I screamed again, and turned around, ready to punch. I froze as I saw nothing behind me, and I turned back around to see the door handle was on the door again, and it wasn’t locked. I turned the handle, and the door flew open, and without hesitation, I ran out of the door, but regretted it instantly. I tripped over the stairs that had randomly appeared in front of my house. Memories of all of my nightmares came back to me, and I fell through the floor. I hit the ground harder than I ever had before, and it knocked the wind out of me. At that moment, I knew I was as good as dead. Everything became quieter, and everything around me turned pitch black. I looked around, and suddenly it became cold. I rubbed my arms over and over, trying to heat myself up, but failed. I broke into a cold sweat, terrified of the noises that I started hearing. A ghost appeared in front of me, holding a knife. I knew it was my end.
This is for #7 in Scratchtober! I hope you enjoyed this!
