Haunted House

• Mackenzie Ball, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2017

As I walked out the door I felt the cold shiver of winter running down my spine. My scarf flew away from my face while I walked in the opposite direction of the wind, It was really windy. It was dark maybe a little too dark to how I like it, probably because these street lights were too old and needed to be replaced. The leaves blew in the wind and slid on the sidewalk behind me, in a way it sounded like footsteps I wanted to look and see if it was but I was a little to scared to do so. I kept walking. Getting more and more lost in the fog with every step that I took. I saw a house. The flowers in the front were dead, the windows were broken and the grass was knee high. I was tempted to go into the house and find out what was in it. Little did I know later I would find out that it was a big mistake. One foot after the other I slowly placed them on the cracked pavement. The wind was whistling softly. I reached for the handle but the door opened with a loud creek. I stepped in. The floorboards were creaking. There was a shadow. It was large. Huge in fact. But I ignored it. The door shut behind me. This time softly and slowly. I knew that I had made a mistake. Thick, red liquid was leaking down the rusty, old walls. I saw writings on the walls and even heard children laughing. The carpet hard dirt and blood stains on it. I saw a shadow walking towards me. I tried to swallow my saliva but my mouth seemed drier than the Sahara desert. The shadow came closer, I closed my eyes with fright. As I managed to open my eyes I saw the most ugly thing I had ever seen, it’s breath was stinky and it’s hands were sweaty. A dog barked outside and it vanished into the air. I sprinted for the door with no hesitation. The lights were flickering as fast as a olympic runner. But I was not fast enough. The monster stood in front of me, lifted me up and squeezed me and I was no longer alive.