That One Creepy Night

• Adina Gunnis
• Short Story
• 2011

As I walked down the dark corridor, I let my imagination run wild, maybe this house is haunted, maybe this house belongs to some supernatural person or maybe I was gonna die! Of cause I don’t really believe any of this, I don’t believe in zombies or vampires or ghosts or anything like that. I thought back to why I was here… Isabella and Lucy love daring me to do scary things because they know I’ll do anything. “I dare you to go into that creepy ghost house in Treewood St,” were Isabella’s exact words.

My mind came back to reality, Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flicker of movement behind what looked like a curtain or something, whatever, I’m still not scared. I heard a voice from somewhere, “How nice of you to join us,” the voice said. A ghostly figure stepped, or sort of hovered out from behind a curtain.
“Umm, I was just leaving, umm, Goodbye,” I said rather nervously.
“Oh you won’t be leaving, Amy, my name is Bruce.” The voice said as it stepped closer.
“How do you know my name? What are you? What are you talking about?” I babbled.
“I know everything about you, I know everything about your family too,” Bruce said.
Ok, now I was getting a bit scared.
“What do you know about my family, what did you do to them?” I asked,
“I know that your family is tied up inside your house, probably half dead already…” Bruce answered in his creepy voice.
“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Ok, time to run, get out of this house, where to? Anywhere but here.

I ran towards the door as fast as I’ve ever ran before. I heard Bruce’s voice behind me. I reached out for the door handle. I turned it as seconds flew by like hours. I stepped out of the creepy house and sprinted towards my house. Margret St, Tarns St, John St and then finally Shelly St, my street. I turned into Shelly and ran past the houses, Number 1…3 …5….7…9…11…13… and finally Number 15 Shelly St. I stumbled up the stairs, completely out of breath and reached for the door handle. It turned easily and I let myself in. The house was absolutely black when I got inside. I stood in the doorway for a few seconds while my eyes readjusted. Room to room I walked, the house was strangely silent, that’s not normal, usually there’s a party or something. I walked into mum and dad’s bedroom, no sign of them, then the bathroom, still no sign, and my bedroom, the same. Then I got to the kitchen door, this was the place I knew they would be. I opened the door and held my breath; my heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to leap out of my chest. When I stepped inside the dark room I nearly fainted at what I saw.

I’ve had nightmares nearly every night since then. The nightmares are always the same, always the sight of my mum and dad’s lifeless bodies, tied up on the kitchen chairs, bullets all through them, blood every where … The police sent me to live with my Aunt Jill after that and life has never been the same.