Haunted House

• Caitlin Fletcher, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2017

Haunted House

If only my partner hadn't convinced me to have that last glass of chardonnay, I wouldn't have blown over the legal limit. I wouldn't have been caught out in the freezing cold. I would’ve been snuggly warm in my car, almost home. But that wrong turn was the thing that changed my life
F O R E V E R !

The overgrown grass brushed against my skin. The alcohol made my mouth feel as dry as a weary desert in the middle of nowhere. The patterns of mould reaked and the stench of blood that was smeared all over the windows. This made me break into a cold Sweat.

The perfume tickled my throat and the dust clung to my hands. Shadows emerged then disappeared. The cold wind tickled my back creating constant goosebumps. I can't help it but fear enriched my body. The trees constantly rustled weirdly making my insides turn. This is the last straw it gives me more the reason to leave… BUT I can't… OH WHY, OH WHY ME?!