Truth or Dare
Part 04
Part 04
I ducked into a room and went to the far corner. I leaned against
the wall and slowly let myself slide to the ground. I lite my
candle and looked around the room that I was in. I figured it to
be a bedroom because of the old fashion bed across the room from
where I was. The bed wasn't made, the pillows and blankets
where just thrown on it in a heap. The dresser was on the other
wall with a lot of clutter on it. I got up from where I was to go
take a look. There was a picture of the women and two of her
daughters. They all look so happy together. There was also a hair
brush and ribbons and other things scattered around the
dresser.
"What are you doing?" I heard a sweet innocent voice from behind me say. I flung around and look to see one of the little girls from the picture behind me. She was dressed the same way she was that day. "Living people aren't supposed to be here. Daddy doesn't like them." I just stared at her; I didn't know what do to. "You need to get out of here and quick." And with that she disappeared.
I stared at the spot the little girl once stood, I knew that I had to get out of there soon or I might be stuck in here forever. I swallowed hard as I made my way back towards the hall. I stopped at the door and looked from the direction I came. I didn't see anything, but there was still no way I was going back there. There was no way out that way anyhow.
I looked in the other direction just to see a wall. I went around the corner and it lead me into a dining room. The two outside walls were lined with windows with tattered, dirty curtain hanging in front of them. The table was set like there was going to be a big dinner party, there was even a vase full of dead flowers sitting on a table. Everything was covered with a think layer of dust like the rest of the house. I rushed to the windows thinking I had found my way out. I tried each and every one of them but they were all bolted shut, they barely creaked when I tried to open them.
I turned and saw an open archway leading to the kitchen. There was a big wooden table tin the middle of the room, a fire place, and a wood burning stove. There wasn't much else besides what was in the broken drawers and cabinets. I spotted two doors on the opposite wall. I went to the one by the windows and pulled. To my surprise it opened. Down three steps was a small landing with a door on one side and stairs leading down to the cellar on the other. The door was nailed shut with boards and nothing was going to get me into that cellar.
I closed the door and with little hope I tried the kitchen windows. None of them worked. I turned toward the other door wondering what it hid behind it. I slowly turned the knob and swung the door open. I gazed up the steep narrow steps into a dark shadow. I couldn't see the top of the stairs with the weak flicker of light coming from the candle. I took my first step and the stair let out a loud squeak as I started to put pressure on it. I froze thinking a ghost would come again. I quickly went up the rest of the stairs two at a time trying to make the least amount of noise.
"What are you doing?" I heard a sweet innocent voice from behind me say. I flung around and look to see one of the little girls from the picture behind me. She was dressed the same way she was that day. "Living people aren't supposed to be here. Daddy doesn't like them." I just stared at her; I didn't know what do to. "You need to get out of here and quick." And with that she disappeared.
I stared at the spot the little girl once stood, I knew that I had to get out of there soon or I might be stuck in here forever. I swallowed hard as I made my way back towards the hall. I stopped at the door and looked from the direction I came. I didn't see anything, but there was still no way I was going back there. There was no way out that way anyhow.
I looked in the other direction just to see a wall. I went around the corner and it lead me into a dining room. The two outside walls were lined with windows with tattered, dirty curtain hanging in front of them. The table was set like there was going to be a big dinner party, there was even a vase full of dead flowers sitting on a table. Everything was covered with a think layer of dust like the rest of the house. I rushed to the windows thinking I had found my way out. I tried each and every one of them but they were all bolted shut, they barely creaked when I tried to open them.
I turned and saw an open archway leading to the kitchen. There was a big wooden table tin the middle of the room, a fire place, and a wood burning stove. There wasn't much else besides what was in the broken drawers and cabinets. I spotted two doors on the opposite wall. I went to the one by the windows and pulled. To my surprise it opened. Down three steps was a small landing with a door on one side and stairs leading down to the cellar on the other. The door was nailed shut with boards and nothing was going to get me into that cellar.
I closed the door and with little hope I tried the kitchen windows. None of them worked. I turned toward the other door wondering what it hid behind it. I slowly turned the knob and swung the door open. I gazed up the steep narrow steps into a dark shadow. I couldn't see the top of the stairs with the weak flicker of light coming from the candle. I took my first step and the stair let out a loud squeak as I started to put pressure on it. I froze thinking a ghost would come again. I quickly went up the rest of the stairs two at a time trying to make the least amount of noise.
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