I dont normally past stories here, i would post poems but thats on the blog or thread thingy. but i recently finished this and i know it sucks but why not show it to some people right. well here is a little summary.
A young girl is challenged to spend the night in an old creepy mansion on the most creepy day of the year. Friday the 13th, as the only one to not believe in this day she really couldn't back down. So she accepts the dare with the hopes of proving her town wrong. (crappy summary right)
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Friday the 13th was a day to be feared in my town, schools were canceled and stores shut down. I didn’t believe in this holiday and everyone knew it. To some I was a crazy girl; to others I was testing the hand of fate. I learned to ignore people after a while, but today for some reason this group of kids found a way to my bad side.
“YOU WHITCH” Kid one yelled at me while throwing a cup filled with some vanilla liquid at me but missed
“What the **** is wrong with you brats” I said back, not yelling or it would look bad on my part
“You’re the only one who doesn’t believe in this holiday” another kid from the back said, this kid must have been there leader since everyone stopped talking when he spoke. He approached me and the other kids backed away. “Who is this kid” I thought looking down on him. He must have been eleven years old. His eyes were brown which matched his hair. He looked up at me and took in my features from my short blonde hair to my sandals.
“I like your eyes” he said and extended his hand for me to shake, I didn’t instead I started to walk away. I had enough of these brats and all I wanted to do was go home and curl up on my couch to watch TV.
“My names Carl” he said, his voice not to distance, it was obvious he was following me. “Listen you of all people should know that people in this town know who you are, they don’t like you since you won’t go with the flow.”
“So, what do you want? Can’t you see that I’m busy” I stopped walking and turned around; he was only a few passes away from me.
“I want to help you prove them wrong, you know how the house on top of Cherry Hill? It’s supposed to be haunted. Why don’t you sleep there tonight and when you emerge alive tomorrow. Maybe people will stop believing in this day”. Who was this kid and why did he want to help me? Instead of answering his question I continued my walk home.
“Be there at eight!” he yelled from where I left him. The rest of the walk home was like any other day, people starred, others looked away, and some made rude remarks. I didn’t care; I ignored them all and made it home without saying another word. I locked the door behind me and flopped down on the sofa. No one was home and no one will be home until tomorrow mid day. My parents worked a lot, but it didn’t bother me. It let me live a nice life and that’s all I could ask. When I get older I would move out and away from this crazy town. Several hours had passed since I got home. I don’t know why I looked at the clocked but it read 7:45 pm. That’s when I started thinking about going, spending the night at that house. I thought if I did people would stop believing in this day. It just started with that thought and the next thing I knew I was out the door by 7:50. A light drizzle of rain started to fall down upon me. I didn’t care for it much, but I wasn’t really prepared for rain or spending the night in an abandoned building for that matter. I started to run through the rain, I was going to miss the dead line, I had fifteen minutes of a run and only had seven left.
By the time I arrived I was five minutes late and my shirt was drenched in water, my shorts were less dry but still wet. As I arrived I was greeted by the same group of kids that harassed me. I looked for the leader; it didn’t take long to spot him since he spotted me. He waved his arm in the air to signal me. We both approached each other and exchanged a couple words before I was sent to enter the building. We didn’t say much, I kind of thought it was going to be like a showdown and we both would exchange some witty banter before I went inside but all we talked about were the rules.
Rule #1 can’t leave
Rule #2 stay until morning
That’s it, that’s all I had to do, spend the night in a boring creepy house and I would win. It’s been five minutes since I entered this house. It was a very old house by the look of it, two floors with a big staircase when you walk in leading to the second floor. Probably some old rich guy lived here back when he was alive. I knew this place was big, but it was much bigger on the inside. With that thought I set out to search this mansion for a non-creepy place to sleep. I started with the first floor. There were no bedrooms but there were a lot of rooms, from bathrooms, living rooms, kitchens, closets, even a place with a whole bunch of medieval weapons. I decided to stay as far away from that place as possible. The weather outside was getting rather hectic and fast. If I didn’t find a room soon I would be too scared to even walk around this place. I know I said before that I don’t believe in this day, but I still get scared ever so often.
Giving up on the first floor I set my eyes to the second. The staircase was vast and huge. It creaked as I placed my foot on it, dust coming up with every step I made. This house was old I thought as I continued up the stairs. Creek…creek…..creek…bang….creek. What was that I thought in a fright? Stopping exactly where I was, trying to consternate where the noise came from to see if I could hear it again. Nothing happened, it’s just like a new place that also doubled as an old house to make noises that would scare me, I laughed it off and took another step up the stair case creek.
There it was again, it was louder this time. What was it? Did something fall over, or was someone else in this house. It must have been something falling over because of the storm that was raging outside. Thoughts were in a hectic haze, not knowing something is the worst fear you could have, it triggers paranoid delusions that wouldn’t go away. Was it one of those kids trying to scare me, it won’t work I thought. I’m strong, and I don’t believe in this day. I kept thinking to myself as I made my way to the top of the staircase. No noises except the creaking of the stairs, this eased my mind a little. It took me three minutes to decide if I should go left or right, each led to a door and after that, well I would find out soon enough. I decided to go right and find out where that went, I guessed either way ill see both since I thought it went in a circle. I would soon figure out I was wrong. I opened the door to find myself in a study filled with books as if it was a library. Strolling through the endless amount of books on the shelves I started to look, for what I don’t know. I stayed in this room for maybe an hour without making a noise or hearing anything besides the rain hitting the windows. I found a couple books to read and ease my boredom as I stayed the night. Most of the books here were medieval; I’m starting to think this guy had a thing for way back then. Shrugging this off I found another exit and continued my search through the house with my new found books. The rest of the house was boring and typical just like any other house or I rather say mansion. I found three bedrooms, two of the dusty and broken the last one seemed clean enough to sleep in so I decided this was where I would stay the rest of the night. As time passed I read the books, I considered myself a speed reader and could read a whole book in less than fifteen minutes. So it didn’t take long for me to run out of things to do. The storm outside got quitter and for the most part ceded to make any noises. I started to think to myself after a while and started to laugh at how scared I was in the beginning of this ordeal.
I decided to leave the room again; I didn’t want to stay in one place to long since it was going to be a long night of boredom. Maybe if I find another room it will have other things to entertain me. Or at least I thought as I stood up from the bed and made my way to the door. When I opened the door a crisp cold air rushed into the room and sent shivers down my spine. Was one of the windows open? I thought. The house was freezing now which only made me want to stay in the room, but I didn’t. I sucked it up and started walking down the hallway not knowing where I was going or caring. As time passed I started thinking, what I was thinking about I don’t know. It was that type of deep thinking where your mind is blank and full of thoughts at the same time. It was as if I was processing life. Then out of nowhere I was brought back into reality by a sound. I looked around trying to figure out where the sound came from, and then I realized something. I was lost, I have walked and walked and wasn’t paying attention to where I was. Then there was another noise, it was louder this time and sounded like someone was walking. “Hello?” I said out loud hoping for a response, whoever it was or whatever responded by taking another step toward me. “Hello!?! Who’s there?” I said louder. No response, the house fell quite after that and stayed that way as I stood exactly where I was, listening trying to see if it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Ten minutes have passed since I thought I heard someone, nothing really happened after that, I stayed where I was not wanting to move and make a noise that will muffle the other noises in the house. Then there it was the sound I dreaded to hear and not wanted to be true. Footsteps clear as day and loud as drums, footsteps. Someone else was in this house and they were behind me now, or at least that’s where I thought I heard it coming from. I started walking away from the footsteps but they followed me. If I sped up they sped up. They were following me and making sure I couldn’t see them, soon I started to run throughout the house trying to get to the front door I started taking turns full speed hitting the walls hard as I turned the corners. The person just sped up too; I heard the thuds of them hitting the walls just as I did. This scared me even more, my mind was in a hectic frenzy of thoughts, some were of me not wanting to die, others were of dyeing, and that one thought that made me want to see who was chasing me and maybe fight back. I ignored all of these thoughts as I made it around the last corner and made it to the big steps, I flung open the last door and bolted for the top of the stairs, I started going down taking three steps at a time. Looking down to make sure I don’t trip, then I lunged myself off the last six steps and stumbled to my feet only to be knocked back down. I hit something hard and it pushed me back as I stumbled and hit the floor. I fell on my butt and hit my head; I rubbed them and looked up trying to see what I hit. My vision was in a haze as I looked at the object I hit. It started to come into focus at first it looked as If I hit a dresser, but soon the shape started to form a man, I started to crawl backwards not taking my eyes off the shadowy figure as he kept getting into focus. As I went back he went forward. Why was he after me, why? I thought as he finally came into focus. He was around 6’2 feet tall, he was wearing rags for all I know and he had a beard. I tried getting up but he saw me trying to and pushed me back down with his foot. He pushed so hard that the air in my lungs was knocked out of me.
I stopped moving, gasping for air as he made his way around me and gripped my neck. I screamed and wiggled, but he had a grip around the back of my neck and lifted me up. He was strong as he lifted me off the floor. I struggled and kicked, I tried to bite him but I couldn’t. Then I heard something, it was as if metal was hitting the ground. Did he drop something I thought, but I couldn’t see. Soon I found myself being tossed in the air toward the door. I hit it hard and almost broke it. I looked back at the man; he was standing there holding something. “Was that what hit the floor” I thought. It looked like it was a bat or something. But why did he let me go. He had me, he could have killed me. Then it hit me, he didn’t want to kill me, at least not yet. He wanted me to run; this was some kind of game for him. I stood up and grasp the door handle. If he wanted a game then I would play to win, I will play this piece of shit hide and seek and try to win. I won’t die tonight. I stayed there with my hand on the door handle for some time, I was staring at him and he was staring at me. Was this the showdown I was talking about earlier, the one I wanted with that kid? “The kid, right I was supposed to not leave this house for anything or I will lose, it’s better than dyeing” I thought as I turned the knob, flung the door open and dashed out of the house, my eyes caught the man as I was leaving, he didn’t move but I swear I saw a grin on his face. It was still raining outside, but the wind died down. I dashed down the streets of the town I thought I knew. No one else was outside since it was still Friday the 13th, no cars, no people, no nothing.
Do I dare look back I thought several times? After 10 minutes of running I finally decided to, as I did I saw no one. Was he not following me, did he not want to kill me. I was asking questions too early as I saw a spec, it looked like it a person no it was a person and I knew it was him, no one else would be outside. Dammit I yelled out loud and sped up, jetting through the streets taking turns that didn’t matter. Going into people’s back yards and hoping there fences trying to get home fast but not lead him to my house.
I tore down my door and locked it behind me “MOTHER!” I forgot that they won’t be home until tomorrow. I made my way upstairs, still shaking from all the adrenaline in my system. Half way I stopped and sat on the stairs, I covered my face and started crying. Tears ran down my face not knowing what just happened and I was glad it was over or so I thought.
I lifted my head, the sound of glass shattering rung in my ears and stung my brain. It was followed by the sound of boots stepping on glass, it was him. I ran back up stairs found my room and locked the door. I desperately looked for a hiding spot; I could hear him coming up the steps. I quickly flung myself under the bed.
Was he really knocking on my door, I thought but my thoughts were frozen in fear as I heard my door creaking open. Did I not lock it? I thought as my face was filled with terror. He slowly walked in, he footsteps minutes apart. Was he trying to scare me, well it worked! I was scared, my stomach was in a knot and I wanted to throw up. Finally he got into my room, no longer taking long steps into my room but now walking normally. I heard my closet door opening and I saw my clothes fall on the floor. He was looking for me and he will find me soon enough. My throat was going dry, would I even be able to scream I thought as the footsteps finally got closer to the bed, his shoes finally coming into view. He was wearing heels? No, he wasn’t but my mom was. My mom came home; she must have known I was in trouble. I quickly crawled out from under my bed and hugged her, tears still running down my face from the terror of earlier and from relief, then she put her hand on my head and I knew it wasn’t my mother. I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted by a man, 6’1 and wearing rags. I looked up to see a shadowed grinning face and his mace still in hand.