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I knew I shouldn’t have taken that dare, the night my friends got to me. I knew I should’ve just let it go. But here I was, in the dead of night, unsure as to what was going on. “No way…” I told myself. Yet again, here I was. I’d seen this guy. He’d been standing on the roof, just two nights ago, signalling with a torch to something I could not see. Mist swirled around my feet, chilling my body to the bone. I pulled my jacket zip up higher, covering my neck. “Psh no big deal.” I mumbled quietly to myself, forgetting the words of warning my father had given to me. “Do not go near that house, it’s only going to cause psychological issues.” Of course, I knew everyone thought I was a scared little kid. Well they were wrong. I’m not.
The night started pretty clearly as I thought that nothing would get me. Sure… There was mist around, but who cared? Who really cared if there was mist clouding the ground? I sure as hell didn’t give two flickers of life about it. So, infront of me now, still, loomed the house. The house of that psychopathic guy. The same guy everyone talked about. Nobody knew how or why, but he had a lot of magazine subscriptions… yet he also got packages… he didn’t have any friends… They say he had a wife somewhere in the USA. In Minnesota or someplace like that.
I heard the howling of distant lupine beasts and that was enough to assure me it was way too quiet. For the smallest amount of time I doubted myself, hated my idea, but I had to go in. So I clipped my flashlight to my belt and found a window below but it was shut, but I crashed my foot into the glass, watching it give way and shielding my eyes. I knew that the guy wouldn’t hear me. I could hear all the machinery he supposedly used. With a quick slip, I moved into the basement through the small window, landing on… ugh… What is this..? BONES?! I tried not to squeal, putting my hand over my mouth.
When I heard the machinery stop, I skittered across the room, hiding behind a large metal cabinet, hiding there and expecting to feel coldness on my skin, but instead, I felt a shiver run up my spine, the eerie stillness of the air was purely revolting. Damn, what’s that sound...? Oh no! Shhh silent, stay silent don’t speak! I peeked around the corner of the cabinet, low in the shadows as he was looking around, but it didn’t take him long to leave the room.
I waited for some time, taking a moment to think quietly and I didn’t think as I now rushed across the room, my sneakers making no sound at all. Into the shadows, hide under the bench! Phew, nothings there. “CRAW!” A crow sounded and I shivered, staying still as I saw a crow sitting on the windowsill nearby, outside of the glass, tap-tap tapping with its gauntish black beak on the window. ‘Not a sound’ was my first thought but no, I had to take my time to be such a fool as I crept out from under the bench, the sound of a rusty sword falling on the ground made me jump, made me run, quick as hell, faster than lightning.
Phew safe… I’m safe. I’m hidden away, that’s all that counts right now. Not the guy. Not anything. Just me… being safe. He has no children of his own; he took down the old tyre swing. Words run through my head, rumours about this guy. Things I shouldn’t have known, but also things I did know. The guy here, had lived in this very house, from the day he was born and the machinery was getting louder. I crept down the corridor again, ignoring every last screeching bit of alarm in my body. Adrenaline pumping, I walked forward… my foot hit something though. Carcass… but what was it? Pig..? No… Cow? No. What the hell was I sta---
HOLY! I jump back to see what it is, lying at my feet, and its sickly stench rotting through my nostrils. It’s a human torso! So that’s what the bones were from! With anxiety rushing through my veins, blood spinning in my head, the sound of a screeching and scraping fill my ears like a teacher, running her nails down a blackboard to make the whole class cringe. Behind me are whispers. I turn nothings there. Quickly, I turn and rush forward, surging into cover once more. “Shhh!” I hissed at myself, hoping that I was not loud enough to hear.
The door to the wreck-room was open, so I decided to go in, standing at the top of the stairs, I can see him now, working away, but I don’t see what it is he’s working on. The loud sound of a hammer on the ground signalled that I was there. With a silent yelp, I rushed back through the door, blood pounding in my ears, my blood boiling. Into the shadows! DAMN! Hurry up! Yikes! He’s coming up the stairs! I can see an empty place to hide… He won’t see me there. Oh god oh god! No! No! He’s not going to find me! I pull myself tighter against the wall as he walks past, he can’t see me. That’s when I shoot past behind him silently; trying my hardest to get back to that room I’d originally got to. I couldn’t see in the darkness and I’d had to turn off my flashlight so I wouldn’t be seen.
‘He’s going find me! He’s going to find me!’ The only sentence running through my mind. “RUN RUN RUN!” I couldn’t help but think how the guy would rip out my inside and use them as jumping ropes, but I skidded around a corner and into a hiding spot, his heavy footsteps… all I could hear above the rushing blood pounding in my ears. “Run… god! Run!” I mumbled again when he wasn’t looking. I just had to—oh no… No… No... No! He’s seen me! I sprint down the hallway, my heart pounding ad my adrenaline pumping; I slipped below a table and hid, waiting for the time when his hands would wrap around my neck… “Oh thank god...” I breathe as he walks past the room I now hide in.
Quick as a dart, I burst from my hiding spot, faster and faster, there’s the room I entered through. Behind the cabinet! Now as I crouch there, my spine shivers once more, I can see the window I smashed in with my foot. The sound of a loud and low moan can be heard, he’s let the beast free. “HOLY… RUN!” I sprinted across the room, my heart racing so bad and I leap up, pulling myself out and clear before he has a chance to grab my foot. “NEVER AGAIN!” I scream out loudly, building up my speed while my legs get hit by rocks that flay up from under my feet to bruise the skin. Im free, I’m free of the nightmares I saw in that place….
And Never again…. Will I go there… No way… Never