Short Story!

House

There was always something strange about that house. The door was always open, but the windows were always closed. Not to mention the house was really old. The people that came in never came out. And the people that lived in that house in 1900, before it was cursed, (or so my mom tells me), ran out of that house screaming their heads off “AHHH! The ghost of my Uncle has come to haunt us!!!” everyone that witnessed it thought they were very strange after that. I mean, EVERYONE knew that, even I knew and I wasn’t even there. But anyway, my mom tells me that the legend of the house is the Uncle of the guy was the black sheep of his family; he thought he could do black magic. So one night his family members that lived with him, killed him. I’m thinking they did it like Julius Caesar because before he died he swore he would have his revenge. And then they buried him under the house…yes you heard me right I said under the house, gross right? My mom also says they stole from my Great Great Great Grandpa. After she said that she got this look in her eye and said “Do not go looking for whatever he stole young lady!” psh, I am SO going! He stole from us! So I waited, until the next day (I’m not a very patient person), to go down to this “haunted” house. But as I was picking my way up the walkway, I remembered, it was my birthday today. But I went in anyway, its not like anyone was at the house to celebrate anyways. Once I got up to the front door I noticed how old the house was. I mean, I knew it was old, I walk past it everyday on my way home from school. But I guess you have be closer to the house to the peeling paint the rotting wood that smelled like a wet dog and the rust on the door handle. I looked in the window next to the door and saw that the house looked pretty good for being so old. The wallpaper was peeling and the lights looked really dusty but the furniture was good because it had dust covers over it…wait why would a house that no one has lived in for years have furniture in it that needs dust covers? Now I have to go in. Creepy music started to play in my mind when I entered the house (I have to stop watching scary movies)…but wait…it’s not playing in my head its really playing somewhere! There could be more to this story than I had thought. I saw a dust cover on the floor and I crept over to it, and I was about to pick it up and it jumped up and shouted “BOO!” at me. I screamed and ran for the door like any sane person would do, only to find that it was locked, I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared before. By now I’m ridiculously scared, I slowly turn around hoping that the “ghost” was a figment of my very scared mind. But no, it was still there, I was about to start fighting, but I saw this flash of white and the sound of a sheet being waved, and then was my Uncle and family! They all shouted “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” at me. While the party was going on, I was trying to think of something that this house reminded me of. I went outside still thinking about the house and noticed something I didn’t see before. There on the side of the house there was a brick with a date on it. It read ‘1950’…oh yea…that was the year that we had that killer storm. A lot of houses blew away and they all had to be rebuilt. They put the bricks on the houses after that for record keeping. I did a report on storms last quarter that’s why I knew that piece of useless information…but then again its wasn’t really useless a few minutes ago now was it? After this I never believed any “legends” that anyone told me…especially around my birthday.

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