Creepy House

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just a little work in progress.

“Creepy House”


I don’t really believe in ghosts….but I could definitely be surprised, I told myself as I passed the old wooden house by Cromwell street. The house has been abandoned for many years that I know of. The story around the neighborhood is that It burned down in of the biggest fires in the history of Salem town and story has it that the youngest of the Cromwell’s, Ian, couldn’t escape the house in time and died the most tragic death in the fiery sea. I quickly passed the house, I have gotten an eerie feeling when I passed it, it made the small hairs on my arms rise automatically every time. When I reached home I was already tired, carrying the dreadful school books always tired me out, “stupid school”, I thought out loud as I set them on the floor next to the door.The routine at home flowed effortlessly as always. Had dinner that mom prepared, talked to dad about my day school “ completely useless” I told him followed by “kidding!” so he wouldn’t bother to pester me about the importance of human scholastic achievements. After dinner I managed to get some homework done, then some TV to watch my favorite show and then I went off to bed. I sighed at the thought of how fast the evening went, how miserable it is to be in bed before 10…”I wish it was summer again”. I turned around my bed restlessly I just couldn’t sleep and the sight of the creepy house came to my mind but I quickly turned it away to the back of my mind and stared up at the ceiling imagining stars and counting 1.2.3.4.,,,,until all faded black.


In the Dark I was walking toward what seemed to be a one empty street with a dim light post at the end of the block. I wasn’t lost I knew the place and I already knew which street I was in. I was on Cromwell Street and as soon as I thought of it my stomach fell and frenzied butterflies poked at it. My hair stood as automatically as it does and I knew what was at the end of the light post. “The creepy house…” I whispered my breath cold now. I stared walking towards it, I must have been crazy to even be taking steps but I had an odd sensation, one where I was being pulled to the house…I couldn’t ignore it. I was the North Pole and the house was the south, not retracting but pulling closer and closer like a magnet would. The porch was all burnt and crispy and creaked with every step I took towards the door but I didn’t need to reach towards it, with a sudden strong gust of wind the door slammed open before me. I was not very afraid but I couldn’t run away the pull...it was like a moth towards a bright light. I had to go in. Inside the house everything was black, the stairs, the hallways, everything felt fragile. The sound of my own breathing would break the wall itself. I looked around the house, searching for something yet I didn’t know what until there, there at the top of the stairs was a strange blue light. I gasped my breathing faster, I wanted to run by my feet moved me closer and closer.

I reached for the stairs and the little blue light started moving away. “wait!”…I was shocked to hear the pitch in my voice rise as I spoke. “what are you?”, I asked only the be answered by a faint eerie giggle. “Ian?” I whispered but heard no giggle respond. I started going up the stairs faster and quicker for me at least, I fell at the top only to come to the empty hall way and see nothing but a faint light at the last room way at the end of the hallway. I knew the light had to be there. I got to my felt and slowly started towards the room but as I moved faster the room went deeper and deeper the hall got. I traced the walls frantically to help me balance but that didn’t help I was always a magnet for tripping on flat surfaces. When I got up I felt the dizzy the room still kept running away from me but I didn’t want to give up I wanted to be where the light was, I wanted to be the one to see if it was truly Ian that was there. U decided to thrust myself into a sprint with my hands stretched out in front of me, I was closer I felt it, I ran faster still throwing myself harder as I ran only to come head on to the sudden pressure of a hard surface against my face and my body lost balance only to meet the creaky black floor beneath me. “Ian” I whispered and sank deep into more darkness.


“Danny…Danny! Danny wake up!” I head this tiny voice, I opened my eyes only a little where was I? Did I slam against the door when I ran? Definitely sounds like something that would happen only to me…must have. I heard the voice again, the same giggle. I half opened my eyes again and I saw the dim light above me, my eyes flew open as I realized what the light was. I jerked up right so quickly that the room spun even harder. In front of me was a face, the face of a little boy with pale white skin, eyes of the darkest color of brown with hair as dark as the walls around us reaching up to his pale soft cheeks. “Danny help me!” he shouted his voice finally not a giggle” Danny help me!” his voice again shattered the silence and echoed throughout the house then again his voice turned soft like an angle’s “Danny help me?”. I woke again this time in cold sweat had I been dreaming? This only too real dream…no not dream a nightmare. I sat up on my bed only took seconds for me to notice that I was shaking, I couldn’t believe the nightmare I had had. As I sat there in the dark I looked towards my window only to see the creepy house in the distance. It was a dream but so real, I looked again to the dark house and I swore that I saw a little light on the window looking straight at me.


Submitted: March 18, 2010

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