Intoxicated Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The beginning chapter of my novel-in-process about a woman who was walking home alone whilst she was drunk and she stupidly enters a house, which turns out to be haunted! Read to find out more.

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Submitted: October 27, 2012

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Intoxicated Me

I was all alone. It was nightfall in November, pitch black, blisteringly cold and I was lost. My drunken self stumbled down the dastardly ancient road, my vision was disabled all I could see was an unfocused image of a stone grey Tudor house. Being the intoxicated me, I waddled towards the abandoned house and stood outside the black oak door. I grabbed the rusted rose gold handle and tried to get inside, it sounded like a frog croaking as the door swung open. A gust of cold wind smacked my chalky cheeks. My blood rushed through my body; I weakened and uncontrollably collapsed to the floor.

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My eyes unsealed and I woke up in an unfamiliar place. It was enormous, a vastly spaced house- much like a castle... but empty! I pulled myself up off the mouldy grey floor and trembled over to the main hall.

A stroke of cold air rushed through my body, something wasn’t right. The room was barely visible, cobwebs dangled from the holy ceiling, so many cobwebs in fact, the walls were no more. I squeal. Dozens of scrawny, thin rants fluster by like they’re running away from something- someone.

Their feet loudly beat across the carpet, pitter-patter, they didn’t stop. One was knawing at my ankles violently and soon my ankles became pale and gallons of runny crimson blood poured out of my sore ankles. The squeaks got louder and deeper. Almost like a herd of elephants. They were all coming to me... My body was paralysed, I didn’t have any control, and I felt helpless.

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Slowly, the rats scurried underneath my arms and legs lifting my swollen body off the ground. Then I was floating on top of them, they carried me across the hollow room, their squeals echoing and booming. A large stone door stood before me. It opened and the rats lifted me inside, too what seemed like an old cellar and flicked me off their flea-infested back and I went rolling down the cobble stairs into pitch black.

Aching and exhausted, I wanted to sleep. But I don’t know what will happen to me next. Was this house haunted? Or am I already dead? I sure felt dead. I rubbed my eyes like I was rubbing chalk off a chalkboard. I felt like I was dreaming, like this was all just make -believe.

It was like the arctic in this room! I could tell that just with the heat of my body this room was heating up, that’s how cold it was. I felt around for doors, holes or even the walls as all I could see was ebony space. No luck, I pull myself up and roam around, I could feel the cracks in the floor fracturing with just a minute tap. It was like walking on a frozen pond whilst it was melting. Until, the floor shattered suddenly as I placed all my bodyweight into one place. I started to bolt across the room not knowing where the walls were, just hoping it was a never-ending room, and I could sense the floor shattering ad I knew it was travelling across the room like an angry wave on a stormy day, I collapsed through the floor.

If that was a cellar, why is there another room underneath? This time I could just about make out a small box with a switch on it. The light switch. I ran over to it (scared in case I’d fall though a hole again) and turned it on. I was baffled by what stood before me. It was a secret library. An immense room filled with different bookshelves and maroon armchairs. The walls were painted jet black and the floors were blood red. I pouched myself onto one of the armchairs and as I jumped into it a cloud of dust flew in the air, this place needed cleaning...

After that, I reached over to grab an ancient book from the mouldy mahogany table. Dust covered the words, so I gently blew to remove it. But, as I did the lights flickered off, a groaning sound echoed in the room and I felt a shiver running down my spine. I could see from the corner of my eye a glowing skeletal figure staying static in the chair, waving at me with his gruesome fingers.

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The lamp beside me shot on and all I could see was the book, the 13th page opened suddenly and red writing appeared on the page. It wrote ‘Don’t look now... I am always watching you’ I span around out of instinct and I felt a force grab my neck from behind...

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