Exercise #162 : Haunted House

Using all the senses - sight, sound, smell, taste, touch - and specific detail, describe a haunted house.

1,2,3, GO!
This exercise is actually right up my alley at this point in my life. I've been watching a lot of supernatural television such as Ghost Whisperer (starring Jennifer Love Hewitt), Angel (starring David Boreanaz), and various other creep-tastic shows, so I'm figuring that I've learned to write fiction like this through osmosis... Or maybe that's just wishful thinking?

I don't know what it is, though, but there is just something fascinating about ghosts and demons and so on. Maybe it's the fear of  the unknown. You know, whatever is just beyond that realm of human comprehension. Where do we end up when we die? Is it possible to get stuck in between life and afterlife, doomed to roam unnoticed until your "unfinished business" is, in fact, completed? It's a really interesting concept, and it's one that has haunted - pun totally intended - people for ages.

But anyways, on to the exercise...

It was an old house and had been vacant for years. In fact, I can't remember the last time I saw anyone living there, and I've bee here the longest out of anyone on the block.

I remember one Halloween when I was very young where a group of us kids got together and dared each other to break into the house, go all the way up to the top floor, and wave out of the 2nd story window. Once the rest of us, who would be waiting across the street, gave the signal, the kid inside could come out a hero, the bravest of us all. That kid would never be bullied for as long as he or she lived.

Needless to say, I couldn't turn down that opportunity. A "Get Out of Jail Free" card for as long as I walked the hallways of my school? It was a chance to change my life, to step out of my role as the geeky girl in the glasses who liked comic books and dinosaurs.

And plus, it was just an old house, right?

"So who's it gonna be?" said Geoffrey, the leader of our pack of kids. He had braved the haunted house not once, not twice, but three times. He was a god.

At first no one moved. A small, nagging voice in the back of my head piped in, "Just do it. You won't get hurt. It's just a dumb house." 

But I was terrified. My heart pounded, my vision blurred, I started hyperventilating.

"Someone else is going to step up if you don't." The small voice was getting louder.

After a few moments of mental fencing, my hand shot upwards, breaking the group's landscape of young faces.

"I'll go." If I thought it was quiet before, then it became quiet as the dead.

Geoffrey grinned impishly. "You sure?"

I nodded. It was time.

"Alright," he said. "Then go ahead. You know where we'll be, and you know what you have to do."

He gravely stepped aside, and the rest of the group parted, opening up a pathway for me to walk towards the house.

As I stepped forward, I felt my friends' eyes trained on me, some of them surely wishing they had spoken up before I had, most of them glad that I had said something before they would have put their own necks on the line.

The cement sidewalk leading up to the house's porch was cracked and overgrown with weeds, and the surrounding grass was sparse and dry. Each step I took raised a cloud of dust which rose up to my nose and dried out my throat, causing me to cough. The sound was startling, and it echoed across the wooden porch and into the spider-web-infested foyer that could be seen through the broken panes of glass framing the front door. Just a few more steps further, and I found myself inside.

It wasn't bad, really. A bit dark, perhaps, but harmless. The whole foyer smelled like mothballs and dust; it was so concentrated that I felt like I was breathing a solid instead of a gas.

I ventured hesitantly up the stairs, each one creaking in protest with each step. Why was I so nervous? Nothing had happened yet, so why should I think that something was coming? It's all of this "haunted house" nonsense.

5 minutes up.

Well, that was a bit of a marathon. haha Being that I didn't finish it, I'm going to take this story and edit it, maybe turning it into a flash fiction piece for next week.

Is it something that you'd like to see finished? Or is it kind of mehhhhhh...? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Peace.
Stef.

Comments

Diandra said…
I think I'd like to see it finished. Want to know what's in this house. (^v^)
lea said…
I haven't seen a real hunted house so I don't know how it looks. there are some houses in our location that are referred to as hunted houses but they don't look like one. The reason why they are called such is because they are abandoned by the owner.
rash said…
i love horror stories. i would like to read more.......
rash said…
i love scary things. and i would like to read more.......

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