Truth or Dare
Part 01
Part 01
I walked into the musty old house. It looked like no one had been
there in years – maybe a century. A thick layer of dust
covered everything in sight, as well as the furniture being
covered in sheets, gray with dirt and age. The full moon was out;
it cast eerie shadows that danced across the floor and crept up
the walls.
Two steps into the dilapidated house and the floor screeched. I continued fighting the urge to flee with every step I took. Everything was still in the house, pictures, furniture, everything. No one, at least no living thing, had touched anything in years.
I walked up to a table near one of the windows; it was covered in portraits of a family that lived there so many years ago. Cold, stiff, unsmiling faces stared back at me. Slowly, I backed away and turned to face a grand fireplace. Above the mantle there was a giant portrait of a man that looked like he could have been from the Civil War, a general, maybe? I wasn’t sure, but he wore an evil glare on his face as well as a scar. It ran from just under his left eye and curved to the corner of his mouth.
A cold chill came over me. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard the crack of a door slamming behind me. I ran to the door and clawed desperately at it trying to pry it open. It wouldn’t budge, it was jammed shut. I would have to find another way out, but that would mean going even farther into the house.
I turned and took another look around. This time I saw a dark hall way leading somewhere. I wasn’t sure where it went to but it had to let me out of this forsaken place sometime. I stood there leaning against the door trying to get the courage to move. This place was too creepy for words. It looked like something you would find in a movie, but with a feeling like no other. I couldn’t describe this feeling if I tried, but it felt like something or someone was watching me. I looked back at the picture of the general and swallowed. It took everything I had but I took my first steps towards the dark hallway.
Two steps into the dilapidated house and the floor screeched. I continued fighting the urge to flee with every step I took. Everything was still in the house, pictures, furniture, everything. No one, at least no living thing, had touched anything in years.
I walked up to a table near one of the windows; it was covered in portraits of a family that lived there so many years ago. Cold, stiff, unsmiling faces stared back at me. Slowly, I backed away and turned to face a grand fireplace. Above the mantle there was a giant portrait of a man that looked like he could have been from the Civil War, a general, maybe? I wasn’t sure, but he wore an evil glare on his face as well as a scar. It ran from just under his left eye and curved to the corner of his mouth.
A cold chill came over me. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard the crack of a door slamming behind me. I ran to the door and clawed desperately at it trying to pry it open. It wouldn’t budge, it was jammed shut. I would have to find another way out, but that would mean going even farther into the house.
I turned and took another look around. This time I saw a dark hall way leading somewhere. I wasn’t sure where it went to but it had to let me out of this forsaken place sometime. I stood there leaning against the door trying to get the courage to move. This place was too creepy for words. It looked like something you would find in a movie, but with a feeling like no other. I couldn’t describe this feeling if I tried, but it felt like something or someone was watching me. I looked back at the picture of the general and swallowed. It took everything I had but I took my first steps towards the dark hallway.
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