If The Gravestone Could Speak #14
Peter had obviously been meddling with things, but he did have a point; the inside of the house was no less spooky than the front. There was a small library in one corner, stacked to the brim with odd books. Each book had a name more sinister than the last. Human Anatomy, and Devils Touch were two of the more noticeable books, but the cover of Book of Shadow that Peter had pulled down to read was by far the scariest.
Every few words drew a gasp, until in the end the text became too scary, and he put the book back. Alex was at the opposite end of the living room, inspecting the only visible picture in the house. It was a portrait of an ageing man in his sixties, with wrinkled skin and a sharp nose. His grey eyes gleamed as the last of the day’s sunlight broke through the curtains to highlight the picture.
“This must have been the old man whose funeral it w… Peter?”
His friend had disappeared again, a creaking that reverberated through the entire house suggesting that he had gone upstairs. Left there, alone in the dank room, Alex’s heartbeat increased until all he wanted to do was run for the front door.
“Peter?” he shouted into the emptiness, softly to begin with and then louder when no reply was forthcoming.
Another creaking sound came drifting down from the stairs, followed by something hard slamming into the old wooden floorboards.
“Peter, is that you? Come on, this isn’t funny anymore”.
Sprinting into the hallway, Alex dared a glance up the winding stairs. There was nothing moving up or down them, only more drifting dust. A mirror sat to the left of the stairs, painted black to prevent a person’s reflection being seen, and years of tobacco smoke had caused the wallpaper to fall off in huge clumps. Every ounce of his being told Alex to get out, but he couldn’t leave his friend behind. One by one, he started to climb the creaking stairs, reaching the second floor of the house as a shadow crept through the dying twilight and into one of the bedrooms.
“AHH,” he yelled, leaping backwards and tripping over his feet.
Landing with a thump, he looked up in terror at what might be waiting to finish him off, but nothing came hurtling forward to attack. Rising up, he heard it then, a shrill scream that only belonged to one person, Peter. The sound of fists pounding on the floor made Alex think twice about moving, but his friend needed him; Peter was in danger. As he came to a skidding halt before the door, and prepared to kick it open, a hand reached out.
“RUN!” came Peter’s terrified voice as the door flew open and he sprang out like a jack in the box, “NOW”.
It took Alex a moment to realise that there was another person in the room his friend had just vacated. A man, likely the son of the man in the picture downstairs, lay sprawled across the dusty carpet with one side of his black-haired head slick with blood. Groaning, the man moved an inch before collapsing back down in a heap.
“I said run,” yelled Peter, charging back and dragging Alex along the landing to the stairs. Nearly breaking their ankles, they jumped down them three at a time, any wallpaper that hadn’t already fallen off now peeling off in unison. When they got to the front door, it was open once more, but neither boy stopped to question why, instead bursting out into the front garden.
“Is he dead?” asked Alex between panting breaths, hunched over on the grass.
“I don’t know,” Peter replied, nursing a swollen ankle and breathing heavy too, “the man jumped out of nowhere. What was I supposed to do? Let him kill me? And he had a rifle too.
Standing up and hauling Peter to his feet, Alex put his friends arm around his shoulder and prepared to help carry him home. It was pitch black outside, and only the streetlamps gave any light.
“We must have been here for hours,” Alex said when Peter tried pushing him away, “let’s just get the hell out of here”.
As the two of them half hobbled, half ran home, they didn’t look back. If they had, they would have seen the ominous outline of a shadow watching through a window in the attic.
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You got me glued to your post at first I wanted to know what was chasing them but then I gave in a second thought that sounded like a ghost
Is that all?
Tell us more I really want to know if they would come back to find out what it was and why they were being chased.
Nice one champ
Enjoyed every bit of it
There's more. You guessed right 😂 but he/she is more than a ghost. I'll give a hint - if you have read all parts you know that in this city not everything is what it looks like. 😃😜
That was close! I wonder why the figure didn't try to shoot out of the window?
Well done 🙌
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It's a Ghost. 😁
Can't ghosts shoot 😂?
The shadow is a ghost 😂😂😂
You are scaring the crap outta me geeeezz 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬...I was already imagining myself running for my dear life rofl 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂...omg I just watched a movie.. @darthsauron
Do you write in Amazon??
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Yuuu, maybe? Self publishing. If that is what you mean 😀🤣
Which movie? 😁
Haha it's like a movie eh....I was literally imagining visually 😆😆
Yeah I meant self publishing...I am curious about that...🙃
It's pretty easy just don't ever use Lulu's platform. 🙂
I was as scared as Alex the moment he thought his friend has disappeared, then the creaking sounds, the shadow and again Peter's shouting to Run!!!😄
This fiction is as scary as the books they pulled out from the library but I enjoyed it all the way 😂😂😂
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Oh my. It felt like I was in that house with Alex and Peter. Quite Creepy. You got me in and totally trapped. Well done.
What a scary but interesting story, every scene played really well in my head and I can imagine how scared Alex and Peter were. I just hope the person in the house doesn't go hunting them afterwards.
But why were they in the house in the first place? I wonder 🤔, being too curious is not so good.
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Curiousity and fate. 😋
The house plays an important role in someone's destiny.
Yes, those two things are sometimes dangerous, hehehe. I thought as much, it's a good thing they were able to flee out of the house, at least for now 😬😬.
Excellent storyline @darthsauron! Very well composed and written.
Couple of nice twists also!, good job.
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