A “Not so bad” Group short story!
Every now and again I “set the stage,” and my group comes up with a few sentences at a time to add on, creating a story. Naturally, it does not always end, so I ended it as a dream… I thought I’d share it for anyone who would want to read it :). I think they did a pretty decent job! Many different types of writers put this together, so remember that. I only edited a little.
The house scared many away every Halloween night, lights flickering in the empty rooms as the boards screeched in the howling wind. Every year, childish dares brought a trembling child to the old doorstep, tempting his own fate as he crept up the small steps. An entity all its own, it warned townsfolk away but welcomed the stranded traveler. Anything but cozy, it was cold and uninviting much like it’s family graveyard in the back.
Daniel had heard the stories a million times, but the ten-year-old had never imagined that he’d find himself where he was today. With a shiver traveling up his spine and a bottom lip that wouldn’t stop quivering, he turned the dusty cold doorknob and pushed the heavy, wooden door open, gasping as a gust of wind nearly knocked him off his feet.
Daniel didn’t know that, sometimes, when a house stands vacant for a long time, it begins to imagine a family within its walls to keep it company. Sometimes the family doesn’t play well with others. As he walked along the halls, a cool breeze brushed the back of his neck, raising the hairs and clenching his jaw tight. He held his breath, wide-eyed, as a soft, yellow light glowed from one of the rooms, drawing him near helpless, but dazed. Each step caused the boards to creak under the weight of his husky frame.
There was a sound, a low melodic hum, wafting from the room, eerie and haunting. He thought to himself, surely the money wasn’t worth staying the night here, but there he was walking slowly as the house answered his footsteps.
“I could turn back now and no one would be the wiser,” he spoke into the dark musty air of the great room.
The light dimmed as he drew closer, peeking into the room as it opened up before his eyes. A hallway formed and he stepped over the threshold, the door slamming shut behind him and blowing him forward in its wake. He stumbled blindly into the darkness, banging his forehead as he smashed into an imposing wall. A shriek and a piercing wail shattered his eardrums. His lungs labored to draw the dry musty air in. His shaking hand felt the spot on his forehead and came away wet and sticky.
The humming began again, a song of old perhaps, and it permeated his head. Daniel was fighting the tears that threatened to fall as he wiped the blood from his shaking hand. Taking a step backward, he hesitated before raising his vision upwards to see where it had come from. He stood frozen as another eerie red drip fell from between the crumbling wooden beams. Another shriek shook the wooden beams above him.
“Maria?” he cried, belligerent.
Daniel pushed against every wall in the room, desperate to find a way out. Maria’s cries echoes throughout the walls, blood falling down the crevices in the ceiling above. He ran to the door, pulling at the knob and hoping to free it from its lock. The screws stripped from the wood, throwing Daniel to the ground. He shook away the blow and jumped up, racing to the hole in the door. An eye peered at him from the other side and a black smoke flooded in, enveloping the room in a thick smog.
The screams grew silent and Daniel gasped, the smoke stealing all air from his lungs. Daniel gagged and held his throat, a burning sensation tightening around it and stabbing his lungs.
“Daniel!” a woman cried.
Daniel mouthed the words, but nothing came out.
Daniel’s mind drifted, his eyes closing as the smoke caved around him, taking him into its grasp.
“Wake up!” the voice said.
Daniel’s eyes flew open and he clutched his throat. A soft light blinded him and his eyes focused, a woman appearing before him.
“Daniel, you’re throat looks awful.”
“Mom?” Daniel rasped. She tilted his head back and peered down his swollen throat.
His mom shook her head. “You’re not going to school today. I’ll call Maria’s mom and tell her to have Maria bring your homework home for you. Poor baby, I just knew you would get sick again.”
I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. I also hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!
I’ll see ya!
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