We lived in a quiet neighborhood with people all around us in each house. Well, except for the haunted house behind us. An old women use to live there alone, but she died of unknown causes. I knew her well. And she knew me pretty well too. I was the only one who ever really saw her, no one else bothered.
I was outside the empty house one day looking for spiders to study when I saw one in the window. I went over to the window to looking and see it and saw it was a massive four-foot tall one, and then it just scurried off. Intrigued, I went into the unlocked backdoor. I saw nothing in the dark. I turned on my flashlight to see a glowing light coming towards me. It was the ghost of the old lady. She gently touched my skin with her cold fingers, and then disappeared.
I started to walk upstairs, not sure what I would see. Blood started oozing from the walls and rushed down the stairs. I slipped on it and fell down the stairs and through the floor. I was in the basement then, where corpses started to rise from the floor, moaning and screaming. I ran to the stairs and dashed up them. The basement door opened and bats came flying in at me. I fell back down the stairs and landed on a moving floor of rats.
I tried to run back up stairs again, but bony hands reached through the stair planks and grabbed at me. I couldn’t shake them off, I was terrified. They came out and started to chase me around. We ran upstairs to the top floor and past a hallway of pictures trying to grab me, but instead they missed and grabbed the skeletons. I kept running while I heard the terrible bone crunching.
A huge werewolf jumped out in front of me, and then leapt out the window next to me. I looked out the broken window and he was gone. But hands and bodies were rising from the ground. I heard a moan and turned around to see people burst into flames and then turn to ashes on the floor. I heard blood curdling screams come from next to me. I turned my head to see a cracked skull with flaming blue eyes screaming.
I screamed and ran down stairs and out onto the front porch. I opened the front door to see people hanging from the porch ceiling. The porch was filled with them and a horrid smell. I pushed them aside and ran down the stairs.
I stepped in a puddle of green ooze on the last step and kept running. I turned around to feel an earthquake shake the ground and open up a crack underneath the house. It was over lapping the sides of the house by three feet. A green flame covered the house as all the windows started to glow and then crack and break and the ground started to open more. A black cloud covered over the top of the house and it started raining blood and hailing bones.
The ground started to flood with blood and I started running again. Bats circled me, hands grabbed for me, rats floated past me, and howls echoed around. I tripped at one point and the hands grabbed me and held me down as the hailing bones started to form a fifteen-foot skeleton. I was scared.
A three-headed giant dog came out of nowhere and destroyed it. He howled and all the hands let go. He nodded and seemed to have smiled. He ran off and so did I. I got to the sidewalk and turning around to see the house fall into the crack and thousands of souls fly free from the hole in the ground as it started to slowly close and a black flame of death roared from it to seal it. It finally closed and I scurried home, not even able to sleep for the night.
I went back the next day to see the house right where it was, not a thing out of place. I saw a light come on in the attic where no switch or light fixture was. Then I was the old lady in the attic window. She waved and smiled. Then I heard the wind whisper, “thank you for remembering me.” Then she disappeared.
The house was waiting for another soul to steal, but it hadn’t gotten mine. I turned to see the three-headed dog. Be bowed to me and I softly said, “thank you.” Then he ran off into the house, never to be disturbed by me again. I looked up at the old lady again. She was just standing there, watching the world a*s her by.