Here is another short story!
This was inspired by one of the houses on my road. Its eeriness and uncertainty was ghastly.
Hope you enjoy!
The house at the end of the road…
It was a fairly usual day, on a fairly usual street in a fairly usual town. I walked gently by the house. It was a large semi-detached house, placed on a turning. I always went past it on my way to school, or when I was walking my dogs.
One fateful day I walked past this house . I studied it for a while, “Have I ever seen anyone enter this place?” . The blinds were always closed, what you could see in the house if you really peeped was its empty interior. It always looked clean, but nobody was there.
I wanted to get a closer look, so I peered mischievously into the blind; only to be met with the sudden rustle of the blinds. “If there is nobody there, then how did they rustle?”.
I decided to come back in the evening, to see if there was any lights on. To my surprise, there was a light on; the living room where I had peeped in earlier. I gathered the courage to peer through the blinds once again. I was astonished to see what looked like to be someone lying on the floor. Adrenaline rushed to my veins, I banged loudly on the door; harder and faster after each.
It went silent. No birds chirping, owls singing or cars roaring. The door began to open, it was an elderly lady with a hunched back as her main distinction.
“What brings you to my doorstep?” She asked softly.
I explained how I thought something was on the floor through the windows, but she assured me that there was nothing to worry about. I apologised again and walked home.
I was kept up all night thinking about her. There was something odd about her. She didn’t show me much when she opened the door, but from what I could identify the living room was vastly different to what you could see in the window. The interior was more rugged, with mould appearing on the furniture and fungi growing on the ageing carpet. The stench was something I had never experienced. All I knew is I had to get back there.
There is negative stigma around 3 AM, being the devil’s hour. Ignorantly, I hung outside my window and dropped out of it onto the damp silent grass. Misplacing my step; catching it on a window below had damaged my leg. I found it strenuous to walk, but I didn’t give up.
I made it to the house. The ferocious wind was ominous; shrouding the building. I entered through the back gate that was oddly left open. The garden was desolate; overgrown to my shoulder. Being 6ft 1, this shocked me. As I scoured through the unkept garden I stumbled towards the door, upon which I found a rusty handle. To my surprise, once I grabbed it the entire door frame came off.
Entering the house was like fighting the spiders from the lord of the rings. The cobwebs were as thick as walls. After slaying through these miscellaneous webs, I found the area where I had once looked through into. It feels like centuries ago. There were screens in front of the window, to give the illusion of a clean house. I felt like running, there was something to hide here.
*STOMP*
I crept towards the entrance of the house, towards the exit. I had already lost sense of where I had come in. How could it be that easy to get lost in a 3 bedroom home.
*STOMP*. *STOMP*
These noises are getting closer. I tried with all my might to open the door, but it would not budge. “Shit” I said to myself.
“Have you tried unlocking the hatch on the door?”
I froze. The hunched lady who I had met only today had transformed into a disfigured, spider-like monster that I see before myself.
“I haven’t had a visitor in years, I can finally have dinner!” She exclaimed excittaly.
Adrenaline boosted its intensity. My leg was miraculously healed. I dashed to the fake windows, aiming to jump through onto the road.
“Leaving so soon?” The satantic beast roared.
With no hesitation I charged through the window frame, glass covering me like a blanket. Feeling the blood voyaging from my body, I screamed in agony.
I opened my eyes; nothing. There was no road, only a platform to stand on. I turned to my nightmare, she had become a computer-like code. “Is this a simulation?” I asked to the universe. Hands grabbed me, yet I could not see them. Shouting and wailing for my parents to hear me, nobody did. I was suffering alone in this fake life.
Hours went by. Days. Years. My sense of time was unbalanced.
Then,I finally got an answer. “Yes”. The headset was finally taken off my head.
I was in a futuristic setting, with all kinds of beings around me; out of my imagination. A being walked towards me, holding similarities with my father.
“Dad?” I silently said.
“Daniel, welcome to reality, we have a lot to do”.
From My View 