Family Ties

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short horror story about a man visiting his old uncle. I wrote this for fun, it's not my best work but I hope you enjoy!

Submitted: December 31, 2015

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I was sitting at this wheel of my car, driving down a lonely road through the woods. The thick fog surrounded my car and the tall pines blocked what little light the moon could offer. I was getting tiered. My uncle's farm was far away from any towns or villages, the nearest house to ours was at last three miles away.  The headlights were bright enough that I could see through the thick fog but only the road a few feet in front if the cat it must have been at least four hours since the last town I passed, and the red farmhouse was nowhere in sight. Suddenly a dim light appeared in the distance, barely visible through the fog.  
"Finally here." I whispered to myself. 
I stopped the car right before the driveway that lead up to the house. It was muddy form the rain that fell a few days ago. I turned off the engine, and eerie silence filled my, now completely dark, car.  I felt a sense of unease as I put on my thick winter jacket. The quiet sounds of the engine were comforting and this silence was foreign to me. I opened the door and got out. Cold and humid air washed over me making me shiver. The sense of unease was growing as I stepped into the mud and started to walk towards the farmhouse. I had a feeling of being watched somewhere from the woods around me, I knew that there were no people here for miles except me and my uncle. Still I kept my gaze fixed at the dim light of the farmhouse, my heart pumping harder and harder. As I approached the great wooden doors they opened. A thin but tall man, with short grey hair and mustaches was standing in the door frame. 
"Uncle!!" I said hugging him. 
"Easy, my boy. You'll break your old uncle's bones." He chuckled and walked me into the house. 
The heavy wooden door shut close behind me from the strong wind.  
"It looks like a storm is upon us." Uncles said as we walked down the hallway and into the living room. We sat down on the red couch. The living room was one of the largest rooms in the house. Two doors led into the room, one from the way, the other one leading out to the kitchen.  
"It s so damn cold out there." Said the old man, "Would you like some tea to warm you up? I just made some for myself." I could feel the cold still in my bones, so i accepted his offer. He got up and went to the kitchen, i could see he was lumping, he barely resembled the tall and strong man i remember from childhood. He brought me a small cup of clear ** tea with milk and put it down on the glass table. Suddenly everything turned dark. My heart skipped a beat as i remembered the feeling of being watched that i had earlier.  
-Was i dead?- I remember this thought overwhelming my head.  
I was assured I'm alive when i heard my uncle's voice. 
"Oh the power must be out! Bloody generator always runs out of fuel when i need it the most!"  He muttered.  
I remembered i had a flashlight in my jacket, i took it out and turn it on. 
"I'll ho restart it uncle, where is it?" I asked as i got up.  
"It's up in the attic, you'll find some fuel in the plastic bottles next to the generator." Uncle said as he lit a candle and put it on the table.  
I went out to the kitchen from where a staircase led up to the second floor and further to the attic. As the old wooden stairs creaked under my feet i felt a shiver wash over me. 
-The heating must not work without power.- i thought to myself and zipped my jacket. 
I climbed up to the top of the staircase and opened the narrow door that led to the attic. The attic was a small narrow space, but very long so it looked like a hallway. My flashlight lit the space in front of me but faded away further down the attic and disappeared into blackness at the end.The generator was green, it stood not far from me. I approached it and touched the metal, it was rusty and worn out. The container where i was supposed to put the fuel was open and empty, sharp smell of petrol coming out of it. 
At that moment the shiver washed over me again. 
-Eyes, there are eyes in the darkness!- A  voice spoke in my head. 
I looked into the darkness but there was nothing there, still i felt a gaze on my skin from somewhere in the dark. I felt the stare getting closer, yet not approaching, as if waiting for something.  
It took me a moment to come to my senses and shake the paranoia away. That's when i noticed that there's no bottles of fuel that my uncle talked about. I turned  around to go and ask him. 
-Maybe he forgot where he placed it, he's an old man.- I thought as i made my way down the stairs.  
But something was different. The walls were much older now. Brick and wood showing under the concrete walls. The stair creaked louder, and again the shiver came again and again as if in waves. I was getting uneasy. I made it to the kitchen and that's where the shock came. All the food was thrown on the floor and smeared on the walls. Cockroaches feeding all over the floor. The living room was the same as before. My heart was thumping, my skin was sweating and my eyes tearing up. I sat down on the red couch. The feeling of being watched was constant now, and i couldn't stop shivering.  
That's when i noticed the foul smell that filled the room, I almost puked all over the carpet, it was a strong sharp stench. That's when i saw it, dim light of my torch lit the body lying in the corner. It took me a moment realize it was my uncle. The decayed flesh falling off his face, deep purple patches coloring his pale and his eyes were empty and black, eaten by the maggots. I couldn't hold it anymore, I fell down on my knees and puked blood all over the floor. The body was in such a bad shape it was impossible he was killed tonight. His bone was showing from under his cheeks.  
-I just saw him alive, what is.this!- 
I remember countless thoughts filling my head. The rain outside was loud, the drops were loud like drumming, I could feel the vibration of every drop hitting the ground in my head. 
-His body is rotten, I have to get out of here- I panicked. 
I felt the cold again, the shivering. I heard quiet knocking on porcelain, and I turned around to see the cup of tea that uncle brought me still on the table.The tea was still smoking hot.  
I suddenly heard loud bangs coming from above me. I didn't think, I just ran through the hall and outside the broken wooden doors out in the poring rain. The wind hit me hard and i fell to the ground. 
Gathering my strength, i stood up and tuned around to see a ruin of a house. It was nothing like the one i entered just half an hour ago. Most of the windows were broken and the door looked forced opened. My mind left me, i didn't know how to comprehend what I just experienced.  
I ran to car, i jumped in closing and locking the door behind me. The sound of rain suddenly became muffled. I tuned on the light in the car, I couldn't bare the darkness anymore. I waited, didn't want to leave this place yet.  
-What happened to my uncle? Who was the man that greeted me.at the door of my uncle was dead? What happened to.the house?- All i.had were questions  
,but i couldn't bare the the fear. It was like I found myself in two different worlds at the same time. The more.i thought about it the more i wanted to leave. Driving away I gave the house one last look. Just as rusty as before.  
-I hope never to return.- I said in my head as i drove away. Then i felt the shiver again.


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