Write a Review

The Dead Man's House

All Rights Reserved ©


A young boy along with his grandfather and young Uncle tour a dead man's house, possibly haunted, but 100 percent creepy and borderline horrifying, with a dry quirky sense of humor.

Horror / Drama
4.9 11 reviews
Age Rating:

A Unique Opportunity presents itself: A Tour

When I was a 12-year-old naïve boy in 1982, I lived with my unusual grandparents. In my possession was an insatiable curiosity that often brought wonder, but also misery and fright at times, and yet it was a part of me no matter which way it went.

Living with them, I relaxed fully as a boy. I taught myself juggling and watched my eccentric relatives do their own odd doings. I loved my slow-moving grandfather Arty far more than he ever seemingly loved me. I hung on his every word always. He had a very quiet methodical way about him.

Arty was a unique type of guy, sitting next to him was calming. He could sit there quietly for hours, puff on his wooden pipes, and relax anyone in his presence who had ever lived. He spoke rarely and always kept it short. I only ever remember him doing one joke to me as a boy. Sitting at the breakfast table, I once asked him innocently "Are you a tough guy gramps?"

He responded: “Johnny, I’m so damned tough I can eat nails for breakfast, I just choose not to, they taste bad”. The result? A hearty laugh from his adoring grandchild, me, with that infectious joy only young boys can express properly; Which started him laughing as well. This was for what passed for humor at the breakfast table for my childhood.

As it turned out, within the corner house next to ours the sole resident and owner suddenly died one week.

It was a large 3-story house, and quite old. The newly dead owner was a personal friend of Arty for at least 30 years. I’d often witness them taking slow morning walks and smoking pipes together. I watched them from the porch sometimes, and they didn’t actually talk, just shuffled and puffed flavored tobacco shuffling on down the street, seemingly satisfied in mutual silence.

I don’t recall his name but had seen him before on many occasions, he lived completely alone in that place and had no living family, and from what Arty told me, he had lived in that house for over 70 years since he was a kid apparently; It was a family house and existed there almost as long as my own family’s place since the 1800s certainly. They’d drift together down Prospect Street, like two slow-moving but living smokestacks, puffing away quietly.

They were a curious duo, and Arty never mentioned how they met long ago, but I wonder, maybe they were so comfortable with each other that they didn’t need to talk anymore, just nod mutually and walk together. Perhaps everything that could be said between them was spoken long ago. Either that or they were possibly telepathic, I have no idea to this day.

So he died that week, and as it turns out that Arty had a key to his house, and they must have had some verbal agreement since his friend had no living family. Arty was welcome to come in, explore, and take anything he wanted before either the lawyers or the state took his property. This guy was literally the last one of his line, as I am many years later writing this. It’s a lonely place, I understand now, but it’s life as usual for me, but at least he had Arty in his last days.

So that weekend, even though my grandfather didn’t seem overly broken up about his friend’s death, he invited me and Tucker (my Aunt Linda’s new husband) to join him and explore this large old house, and take whatever we’d like. What an irresistible offer for both a young 12-year-old boy, who was always fascinated with old mysteries, and my newly minted Uncle Tucker, a good guy in his 30s, whom I liked.

He looked exactly like the actor William Katt but with thick glasses. Same curly blonde hair, the same features, and a similar kindly disposition. He was always nice to me, but I have very few memories of him sadly. What follows is one such odd memory.

It was Friday night, and both Aunt Linda and her husband, plus Aunt Red and Uncle Sonny were visiting us. When Arty came in and invited all of us to join him, however only Tucker and I were truly curious and bold enough to join this small adventure.

The rest of my family bid us all good luck with nods and waves and went back to their coffee, conversations, and cigarettes. We three curious males left down the front inner stairway and headed outside, walking a mere few steps to the dark corner house that seemed to loom there patiently awaiting our mutual intrusion.

Continue Reading Next Chapter
Further Recommendations

Alexis: I like MC books and this one is great no cheating, no real drama, ect. I like the male character and his love for his love. Well written.

Kasey: Honestly at very first I wasn't really into this book. But I kept on going and it turned out to be an amazing book! I'm really glad I kept reading. Great job to the author.

Charlie : I love how captivating this story is I can't wait to see what happens next

Lallabrigida: I loved reading this book as much as the first two.I look forward to reading more. I got very caught up in your story line with much concern for the abuse the main character suffered. It is beautiful what loving someone and being loved in return can do.Your books continue to bring out the theme...

Mark: Me gustó mucho la historia, la verdad pude sentir la tristeza te Jimin 😿 aunque no niego que en el lugar de Jungkook hubiera hecho lo mismo, me gustaría que las cosas se solucionen entre ellos

sylvie: Bonne intrigur

Lallabrigida: I love your story. It is flawlessly written, keeping the readers attention with detailed account of the main characters struggle to accept love compassion and understanding from Jesse another main character.Your story reminds me that there are beautiful people out there who still care enough to ...

VICTORIA: Cómo siempre Ana no defrauda. Todos sus libros son mágicos, a cuál de todos mejor. Sigue haciéndonos partícipes de tú magia.

Chweet: Your books are my go-to for any situation. I love your work and hope to read more and more. I wish you all the best.

More Recommendations

Rebel Thorne: I loved the story; I wished it was longer.

Mrit3614: I love the cadence in ur stories this was a great read

Jessica: Oh my such a good book! I wish there were a few more chapters of what happened right at the end of the book and a epilogue. But over all such a good book I look forward to reading more from you.

Rose Coolbaugh: Loved this story, but wished it was longer lol, hope to read more from this author

Nicola: Wow wow wow.. fantastic.. story lines.. and plot twists. I love it

lmurray01234: It was drawn out nicely

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.