The House

The House

I walked towards the front door of the biggest house in the neighborhood. It was dark and spooky and everyone said it was haunted. My friends had dared me to go in it for at least 5 minutes.

I knocked on the door and it opened with a creak of the hinges. I looked in.

“Hello”, I called.

There was no answer. I called again. Still no answer. I peeked in. I could see no lights. Not even a candle.

“Maybe this house really is haunted” I said to myself, my voice echoing throughout the seemingly empty hall.

I started for the door when, all the sudden, it shut. I couldn’t get it open. I started looking around the house.

The inside was dark and dreary with heavy black curtains covering all the windows. All the furniture was black or dark gray. It reminded me of the Adams family. I kept looking. There just had to be another way out. I tried opening one of the many windows. They were bolted shut and wouldn’t open no matter how hard I pushed and pulled.

In front of me was a set of stairs so I climbed up. At the top there were two different hallways. One leading left, one leading right. I took the latter and started down the long hall, looking around as I went. I could see cobwebs hanging from around the hall walls. I kept going and saw a door and went inside.

There was spiderwebs in here and I could see small spiders on the webs. In the corner there was a shape I couldn’t quite make out. I took a closer look. It was a skull. The skull was human, gray in color. I screamed and ran out of the room and down the hallway.

I absolutely had to find a way out of here. I started getting goosebumps up my arms and legs. I saw another door and went in.

In this one there was blood covering the walls and furniture. I grimaced and took a look around. It smelled rotten, like something died in the room. I figured it must be a small rodent of some kind, such as a rat or a mouse. I looked around, trying to determine where the smell was coming from. I peeked behind one of the couches and screamed bloody murder.

It was a dead body. And I knew the person. It was Mr. Walter, who went on vacation and never came back. We all figured he had moved away because he was always saying how much he hated this place. I now knew what had really happened to him. I stood petrified for a moment and then took of screaming through the hall, down the stairs and out the door, for this time it had opened. My friends saw me run out and took off toward me asking what had happened. I didn’t say just asked my friend for her phone. She gave it to me and I called 911. The person answered and asked why I was calling. I told her I had just found a dead body.

“Stay right there. I’ll send someone over right away,” she said.

I waited nervously, rocking back and forth. My friends did all they could to comfort me, but they couldn’t undo what I had seen. I had seen Mr. Walters lifeless body, his eyes seeming to stare straight at me. I had smelled his rotting corpse. I had accidently touched his cold, clammy hand. No, they couldn’t comfort me, but they could sure try to.

“What did you see in there? Who had you seen in their?,” Krystine asked with worry in her voice.

“I-I saw… Mr… Walter’s,” I choked back a sob and continued. “Mr. Walters dead body.” My voice broke and I gave in to the sobs threatening to suffocate me.

“Oh Merin. We should have never told you to go into that house,” Anna exclaimed with sorrow.

“Are you sure it was Mr. Walter, Mr. Jacob Fred Walter,” Roe asked.

“I’m sorry Roe, but I’m positive it was.”

She moaned and a sudden gust of wind carried the sound away. Her eyes filled with tears and and she let out a sob. My two other friends, Isla and Lola, moved to comfort her.

You see, Mr. Walter was Roe’s uncle. She never saw him much and he didn’t tend to keep in touch, which is why everyone was surprised when he moved here. It’s also why her family didn’t know where Jacob Walter had gone. Roe loved him very much, because when she did see him he would give gifts upon gifts to make up for lost time.

After some time had passed, we heard the squeal of an ambulance and the sirens of cop cars speeding down the road. The sirens got louder and soon we saw the cars that made the sounds. The police cars all parked in front of the house while the ambulance pulled into the driveway. The police started putting crime scene tape up, making a perimeter around the area.

A nice lady came over to me. “I going to need your statement,” she said.

“Alright,” I answered a little shakily.

I walked away with her and she gave me a paper and pen to write with. I wrote down my story, what I saw, what I heard, what I smelled. When I was done I walked back over to my friends. Roe had tears streaming down her face. I couldn’t even imagine what she was going through right now.