The House.

My first story! enjoy! It is a long story but I think you all will enjoy it

It was a nice, cool, windy summer afternoon. Johnny and his "squad" were just finished hanging out around town. Summer break has just begun and these gentlemen where finally high school graduates! While the "squad" were casually strolling back to Johnny's place to have a few smokes, drink and crash for the night they approached a fork in the road near the old train tracks. A few blocks down the road and to left stood "The House". There has been some pretty gruesome stories about what went down there. One story said there was a double homicide of a family who lived there in the 60s. Another one said this house was once a home for a psychotic man who butchered his family like lambs and than killed himself after the wicked deed. There is one thing for sure though... No one dares to spend one night alone in that god forsaken hell house. Well no one sane of course... until today. Johnny decided to leave his "squad" and miss out on the night of smoking and drinking. He went home and started to plan out his night in hell. "Man i am gonna make history" Johnny whispered to himself as he filled his backpack with food, water, spare clothes, a sleeping bag and his favorite pocket knife just in case. He put on some music and waited until nightfall. Minutes felt like hours. Johnny was so excited to spend this night in that old dumb house and prove ALL his friends wrong. He could taste the excitement in the air. After a few hours of cautious planning, Johnny put on his signature green plaid jacket and yellow hat with a curse word written on it and set off to the local grocery store to pick up a few items for the night. He bought 3 Monster Energy drinks and some bread. Johnny was walking to the house now with a certain walk of confidence... perhaps too confident. It was almost 9 pm when he arrived at the rusted gates of the old house. That confidence he had seemed to wash away. Johnny trembled to the old metal door and gently put his foot against the door. He counted to 3 before delivering the most aggressive kick he could muster, almost breaking the old rusty door right off it's decaying hinges. "Well here i am..." Johnny whimpered into the house. The house reeked of rotting wood and mold. Johnny tied a bandanna around his face to block the smell. After checking if anyone was inside, he settled into what looked like a bedroom... THE bedroom. Johnny wasn't a believer in ghosts but he felt oddly creeped out and to remind himself that those were just storied kids told. His LED watch read that it was almost midnight. "Just a few more hours and i am outta here thank god" exclaimed Johnny out loud. Around 1 am he heard a noise. Paranoid and terrified Johnny reached for his knife. "Hello? is anyone there?" Johnny yelled out but it was to no avail. Seconds later the most heart stopping laughter filled the house. Johnny had enough of this punk trying to scare him. "If I catch you I will stab you LEAVE NOW!" Johnny screamed with his knife drawn. Silence. Nothing but the loudest silence filled the old house. Johnny sits relieved he probably scared off whoever it was that was trying to scare him. He cracks the tab on his monster energy drink and sits on edge. 3 am hits. Johnny heard someone slowly walking around downstairs. "THAT'S IT I'M COMING FOR YA!" Shrieked Johnny as he ran outta the bedroom with his knife drawn. At the bottom of the stairs he sees a figure staring into the darkness. Johnny creeps up ever so quietly trying not to make a sound. He can smell the putrid odor coming off whoever this is. Johnny holds that blade above the figure's head and swings at it. The figure caught Johnny's arm and took the knife right out of his shaky hands. The full moonlight hits the figure just so Johnny can see who this person is. All he sees is a maggot ridden fleshy mass where the face is supposed to be! Johnny falls to the ground begging for his life as the man inches closer to Johnny. Johnny grabs a piece of debris and hits the guy across the face. He didn't even flinch. Johnny lets out a blood curdling scream as the man descends on him with his own knife. Days pass and no one has heard from Johnny. The local police investigate the house where they find Johnny slumped over with multiple stab wounds and the same knife lodged into his neck. The words "Trespasser" was inscribed into the wall in blood. The cops leave to alert his parents... but the police smell a very putrid odor in the house... and it's leading to the old bedroom.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems as this is my first story. I hope to get better every time :) also let me know how i did thanks fam.

Reviews

[Julie Ann Gonzales]

You wrote a great scary story. I like how you used "wicked deed"