You curled up in the corner of the closet, hugging your knees to your chest as you held your breath. Little to no hesitation you bolted towards one of the rooms, hoping he didn’t see which one, being as quite as you could as you sealed yourself behind a closet door. One of the figures massive hands held to the railing of the stairs, the other holding the hilt of a large kitchen knife. The mask adorning the face of a giant figure beginning to loom up the stairs towards you. Daring to look back you were met with a pair of black holes in a molding white Halloween mask staring back at you. Everything you had ignored about this house dawned in fear.Īnother creak, this time of a stair. Your nerves melted, suddenly everything you didn’t care about came to you. Very faint but still a definite sound of the floor boards bellow. You had heard something from down stairs. Your foot had moved forward, ready to take a step towards a room before you froze. Your height disadvantage still didn’t hinder you from getting to the top of the stairwell, hugging to one of the rotting posts at the top of the stairs you looked from door to door, hoping to judge with door was a bedroom before going into one. It didn’t help that your father barley worked, there was little to no food ever in your house, making you as fail and skinny as any child could be. You were very small for your age, not quite having hit any major growth spurt in a while. You climbed the stairs on all fours, finding it difficult to do at your height and the tallness of the steps. Soon coming across a set of stairs you did your best to climb them. But like someone was actively breaking things, the ceiling falling apart in some rooms, while in others entire walls had been forcibly pushed down most of the way.īut you continued your quest for a comfortable place to sleep despite all the warning signs and debris. Some parts of the house looked like a warzone, not like it had fallen apart by the tell of time. Each room feeling like it was only getting darker and more run down. Going from room to room didn’t quite ease your tension of the place. On finding nothing you began to walk, hoping to find a room with anything more comfortable than a rotting floor to sleep on. Your eyes traced the battered room for something, you knew not what. Once you were in the house, you felt a chill run down your spine. Wreaking of a stench you knew not where it came from or what it was.īut oddly it felt nicer to be in than your actual home. You managed to push open the front door, seeming like it was barley on its hinges, giving a whining creak as it was forced open slightly and shut again. You had second grade to work on, and at eight years old that was the biggest thing in your life. Again these were things that didn’t really matter to you. Your mother had been quite over protective in those months, saying something about a killer being in town. It had been a few months ago that the rumors of the house began to stir up again. The place looked empty from the outside, the old wood rotting from obvious years of being uncared for and abused. All you cared about right now was sleep.Ĭarefully you crawled under a gap in the chain fencing, sneaking your way through to the front door. You weren’t quite old enough to care about things like that. There had been stories about people being killed in this house, or so you thought. The house had been there and abandoned longer than you had been alive. Fenced off with a falling apart ‘For Sale’ sign in the front. It didn’t take too long before you stumbled across an old abandon house. You would go back in the morning, but for tonight you ran, hoping to find someplace safe to rest within the shabby neighborhood. You didn’t want to be caught in the middle or hear the screaming again. You managed to run out of the house while he was arguing with your mother. Your father had gotten violently drunk again. You weren’t dressed for a late night run but here you were. You didn’t get a chance to check a clock before running out but you knew it had to be past ten. Your little legs and bare feet pushing you to move faster across the cold pavement.
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