This is a piece of a story I've been working on for a while. I like the creepiness of it and I REALLY want to use it further. Just stuck on the rest of it... ;)
The darkness was overwhelming as she stepped into the dank, dusty old house. The once present sunshine evaporated as she closed the door behind her. All that was left was the sun barely streaming in to the dilapidated windows, leaving dancing light beams across the wooden floor. She took a good look around. The house was absolutely still. All that she could hear was the sound of her breathing. Heavy. In and Out. In and out. The pounding of her heart seemed to echo in her ears and she felt it pounded loud enough to shake the house itself. She quickly shook off the feeling of dread that engulfed her. She had a job to do. Running from the foyer she darted down the long hallway and arrived at a small entryway. The swinging door was off its hinges and she quietly slipped through into the kitchen. The area itself seemed nicer than the rest of the house, dirty, yes, but it still looked useable. Looking around, she saw the old stove, an icebox, and finally, what she was searching for—the locket. The locket was set on the counter top, right where Nicolas said it would be. Pocketing the necklace, she made sure to look at her cell phone. The time was 5:56. Soon, the sunlight outside would sink down and night would come. One thing was for sure, she needed to be out of the house by then. Turning right from the entrance to the kitchen, she headed toward the door, but stopped when she heard moaning. At first, she thought she was imagining the whole thing. I mean, being in a scary old house will play tricks on your mind. But the longer she stood there, the louder she heard the sound. The moaning sounded like it was coming from upstairs. Every horror movie she had ever seen had taught her that you never, ever go towards the scary sound. In fact, you run as far away as possible. However, foolish it seemed, she decided to take her chances and investigate. Gripping the stair railing tightly, she crept up the staircase, closer and closer to the sound. At the top of the landing, she heard the moans coming from one of the rooms to her left. She took three steps to the door, and reached her hand to the doorknob. Hands shaking she grasped the knob, only to hear the moaning behind the door stop. The house was quiet again. And she started to turn the handle, arms grabbed her from behind and whirled her around, setting her off balance. Her eyes darted up and looked into the face of the intruder and finally meeting bright red eyes, her breath flew out in one terrifying scream.
The darkness was overwhelming as she stepped into the dank, dusty old house. The once present sunshine evaporated as she closed the door behind her. All that was left was the sun barely streaming in to the dilapidated windows, leaving dancing light beams across the wooden floor. She took a good look around. The house was absolutely still. All that she could hear was the sound of her breathing. Heavy. In and Out. In and out. The pounding of her heart seemed to echo in her ears and she felt it pounded loud enough to shake the house itself. She quickly shook off the feeling of dread that engulfed her. She had a job to do. Running from the foyer she darted down the long hallway and arrived at a small entryway. The swinging door was off its hinges and she quietly slipped through into the kitchen. The area itself seemed nicer than the rest of the house, dirty, yes, but it still looked useable. Looking around, she saw the old stove, an icebox, and finally, what she was searching for—the locket. The locket was set on the counter top, right where Nicolas said it would be. Pocketing the necklace, she made sure to look at her cell phone. The time was 5:56. Soon, the sunlight outside would sink down and night would come. One thing was for sure, she needed to be out of the house by then. Turning right from the entrance to the kitchen, she headed toward the door, but stopped when she heard moaning. At first, she thought she was imagining the whole thing. I mean, being in a scary old house will play tricks on your mind. But the longer she stood there, the louder she heard the sound. The moaning sounded like it was coming from upstairs. Every horror movie she had ever seen had taught her that you never, ever go towards the scary sound. In fact, you run as far away as possible. However, foolish it seemed, she decided to take her chances and investigate. Gripping the stair railing tightly, she crept up the staircase, closer and closer to the sound. At the top of the landing, she heard the moans coming from one of the rooms to her left. She took three steps to the door, and reached her hand to the doorknob. Hands shaking she grasped the knob, only to hear the moaning behind the door stop. The house was quiet again. And she started to turn the handle, arms grabbed her from behind and whirled her around, setting her off balance. Her eyes darted up and looked into the face of the intruder and finally meeting bright red eyes, her breath flew out in one terrifying scream.
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