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I’ve always dreaded walking this path. Regardless I had to follow it even if it sent shivers down my spine. The path itself wasn’t the problem; it was the house that stood at the top of the hill, beside the path, that scared me.
Rumours said that the house was apparently abandoned; haunted. No one knew why but the atmosphere around the house made all the animals stay away. Nothing moved; not even the wind. I stayed near the far end of the pathway just to get away. Around the house was lush with vigorous greenery and lively with playful critters. I shuddered at the thought of what could’ve happened to the innocent, lively animals if they accidentally ventured into the still space.
I ignored my fears until the fateful day when I heard children voices floating from the house, singing a melody which sounded like Ring a Ring o’ Roses. It sounded off-tune like a broken record on replay. Something just didn’t feel right. The birds weren’t singing; the animals weren’t moving; everything stayed still. Clueless, I stopped and stood for a moment, listening. That was when the lyrics floated through the still air.
“Walking down the pathway. Her body’s going sideways.” My blood turned cold, goose bumps formed uncontrollably as I listened. “There it goes! There it goes! Her head fell off.” Fear controlled my legs, forcing them to sprint far, far away from the land of dread. Not once in my life have I ever experienced something so horrifying. Trying to catch my breath, my pace slowed down into a slow walk.
“Look at her run,” a high-pitched voice laughed, “She’s not going to make it.” Several other voices joined the first voice, laughing. Stopping dead in my tracks I turned around quickly. No one was there. Like any paranoid and petrified sixteen-year old, I ran like the wind. My body was warm but my blood was still cold with fear.
Paranoia always followed me when I walked past. The thought of having one of those high-pitched children-like voices just jumping out at me… It made my body shake just thinking about it. I quickened my pace just so I could get out off the pathway.
After that, I felt as though strange things were happening. I couldn’t shake off the feeling as though there was someone, or something, whispering behind my back whenever I wasn’t looking. The compelling urge to enter the house was insanely unbearable, yet I didn’t know why it fascinated me. It was like there was an invisible rope wrapped around me, pulling me towards the house.
Years later, when the house was taken down for a new park, I swore I could hear tiny voices screaming, “You’ll regret this!” Paranoia filled my body. Cold sweat trickled down my back when a sudden touch landed on my shoulders. Jumping five foot into the air, I turned around to see nothing.
“God damn it, Angie! You have got to stop playing those horror games.”
“God damn it, Angie! You have got to stop playing those horror games.”
Story created on: 04 March 2014
Story completed on: 20 March 2014
Story posted on: 16 June 2014
Word Count: 500
Tsuki: I had entered this into a short story competition and I didn't even make it into the finals. I re-read through this and I realised why. It didn't create images in the reader's head.
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