(P.S. I wrote this with somebody, so there is an alt. perspective by A. Li)
The Haunted House
As I walked down the unfamiliar neighborhood, I searched for the given address. Long strips of white houses with stunningly green lawns stretched out in front of me. I turned the corner and looked down at my phone. Apparently, my emails had gone into four digits.
When I looked up again, I saw a house. But something stood out. Almost like a box of white kittens, but this particular kitten was black. The large, ominous house loomed over me, and I froze. A clattering sound came from within the walls. Broken glass was strewn all over the jungle of a lawn. The door was boarded up, but something else still felt a bit off.
I heard a scream and glass shattering. I felt an eerie pull, and I was dragged towards the
mansion, almost as if a hand had grabbed me. I floated inside. There was even more glass on the inside. The paint was flaking off, and I inhaled slowly. I automatically regretted that choice. An acidic stench filled my nose, and I screamed. But my throat was on fire. I heard a whistling sound that reminded me all too much of the WWII movies I loved watching. A long piece of metal flew across the floor, missing me by inches.
I froze. The sword hit the wall behind me and spun for a second. I was horrified. I had walked here to see a friend from school, but this was not what I expected. I thought about the mile I still had to walk to get there. I heard another scream. It was too much. I slowly took out my phone, preparing myself to call the police. Instead, Google Maps pulled up. A little notification popped up on my screen. It read:
You have reached your destination!
Well this wasn't helpful. Plus, I had a YouTube livestream to watch. I heard a sound coming from up from upstairs that sounded like someone running. I flinched as I heard a door slam. A minute later I heard a loud thud. I sprinted up stairs, finally appreciating how fast I could run. Just as I reached the top, I heard an electric beep. I ran towards the sound and into a room. The only thing in the room was a plain bed and a large, small closet. I searched frantically and almost screamed as I found a bloody figure slumped in the corner. The figure rose and I immediately ran for the hallway. I ran further, then backed against the wall. The horror passed by me, and I almost sighed. But I knew this wasn’t over yet.
I ran nearly to the end of the hallway and into what appeared to be a master bedroom. The horror had vanished. Hopefully forever. I heard another beep. I ran into the giant walk-in closet and searched for anything that could help me. I start to walk out but I hear a voice.
“Wait, ....., Bro chat, this is my friend.” I couldn’t find the voice yet, so I walked back in. I looked at the front end and then spin around, feeling someone watching me. I make eye contact with the person. I can’t identify them yet, but I know it’s a boy based off the voice. I hear the sound of footsteps and dive into the closet. I look at the speaker, and I almost gasp.
“I knew this would happen.” He whispers into the camera that he was holding. I flinch as he pulls out a shotgun from what feels like out of nowhere.
"Why is this necessary" I think, but I don't dare criticize him out loud.
“Well this should be fun.” He whispers into the mic again, I look over his shoulder, resisting the strong urge to read what the chat was saying, and ultimately failing. “Clutch moment!!!!!” The chat was rapid firing, along with “Save yourself!” Well, that made me feel better.
A muffled grunt rattles through the hallway, and he says something I don’t hear. I peek through the long clothing, and the horror practically jumpscares my line of sight. I stop a shriek just in time as he aims the shotgun and fires, hitting the horror in the gut. I guess the horror didn’t have a good life, because as soon as the Horror hit the floor, it crumbled to dust. I exhale in relief, still suspicious if that was the last of this.
I leap out of the closet, and he does too, I look over, finally seeing the speaker. I gasp for real this time. I almost jump on Li, my school friend.
“What do we do next?”
