the house of death

It's dark, lonely, yet still in a way, peaceful. I look around, I cant help but notice the moon. It's a full and brighter than ever before. As I walk this abandoned back road I notice something strange. Something like I've never seen before. Even though I'm surrounded by dead, leave less trees... I notice a house, fairly old. Doesn't appear that anyone lives there so I approach it with caution, and as silent as possible

As soon as I get to the gate, there's a sign saying "CAUTION APPROACH AT OWN RISK" in all capitols. I jump as I hear a cat hissing behind me. I start laughing thinking to myself "I actually got startled over a cat" I pass the warning sign and as I'm walking through the terrifying yard, all I see is weeds growing off the house and the grass doesn't seem to be taken care of for decades. The trees, they look strangely odd, yet, terrifying. I shiver. It suddenly got cold.

"I should not have passed that sign" I think harshly to myself. I am terrified but I continue anyway. I approach the front porch and yet another sign says, "CAUTION! CONTINUE ON AT OWN RISK!" I dis regard that thinking its just person who hates company so they are trying to scare us off. I knock one the door, once, twice, then three times. With each knock I knock louder and louder. With the same result, "silence"...

I slowly open up the door with a bone cringing squeal. I pass through the doorway and carefully enter. It's definitely old! Nothing but dust, with the smell of death in the air. The furniture is bloody and filled with dust. Doesn't look to have had much company lately.

There's a table with papers. So I go over to take a look. It's really interesting. Then I see something chilling. They are old newspapers from 1998, just a year before now. "missing! If any information contact the police immediately!" With a picture of a little brunette, green eyed girl that appeared to be around 16.

An air chilling breeze suddenly throws the paper to the floor to uncover another newspaper. The same brunette was then pronounced dead, I look at the time and the location she came up dead. 538 west avenue street... I faintly remember the location of the house I am in right now! Its the same location. I then get scared, worried. I then think " what have I gotten myself into". I pick up the stack if newspapers and they are all the same, a person that trespassed onto this residence all came up missing, then they were all announced dead at the same time, 3 a.m..(I look at the time on my phone, (which has lost connection) and it's 2:15 a.m. right now.)and they all died the same way, slit throat then hung. 1890, 1892, 1893 all the way to 1999.

I start roaming around. Nothing else much interesting, just am ordinary old home. Paper all over the floor and ropes hanging from the ceiling, must've been from previous hangings because right under each is an old blood stain. Everything is bloody and shows that their was trauma that had happened in this home. Pictures of a family, a young boy around the age of 10, and a mother and a father, all hang around the house and on the refrigerator.

I come across a stair case leading into upstairs. With every step is an old, neck chilling creak. I go through a serious of about twenty stairs with all the same creak with every step. I read the second floor and look down. I think to myself "that would lead to a painful death" as I walk the smell of death gets worse. There's an open door so I let myself in only to find two people dead and turned to skeletons. I shiver. The sheets are covered in blood. This room reeks with the feeling #and smell# of death.

I close the door and carry on to another open door. A childs room. There too was a smaller skeleton, then it dawns on me, this must be the family. The childs room is a mess, toys thrown all over the place along with clothes, and blood covers everything. But layed down the same way as the mother and father. Legs together, arms on their belly hand over hand. They were layed there peacefully, relaxingly.

I continue on my way down the hallway. I thought I seen someone.. Someone with brunette hair and terrifying green eyes, with a long, torn black dress. Her face too pale to be alive. I freeze afraid of what i have just seen. She fits the exact same description as the girl from the newspaper. She then sees me and her eyes become more frightening than ever she looks to be full of rage, and anger.

she disappears, I dont know what to do, I'm so afraid I feel paralyzed. A quick pain goes through my neck as if it had been slit. She then reappears in front of me.I grab a hold of my neck and look down as blood pours onto the ground right below me. I look at the face that once terrified me and realize why the knife is dripping blood. She had slit my throat.

she begins laughing as i fall to the ground, "I should not have came in here", i think to myself as i bleed onto the wood polished floor. She puts a rope above me onto a ceiling fan that doesn't work anymore. And puts it around my neck.

as I fade into the night I think once more to myself, "I knew I shouldn't of came in here".