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How about a fast-paced, suspenseful, blood-curdling thriller? I love reading some of those before bed. (; It's entirely up to you guys whether the story is a paranormal, fantasy, serial killer, ect. kind of horror. Pick your poison.
The prompt is: An old man(around sixty-ish) is looking to buy some real estate out in the Alabama backwoods, a secluded spot where he hopes to die peacefully after the death of his wife some months ago. He finds what he thinks is a wonderful property, and seeks to buy it from the young couple that live there. But they have a horrible secret about the small cottage and extensive lands around it, and are quite desperate to leave it. In their anticipation to sell it and get out of town, the old man senses something wrong with the situation. So, he asks to spend one month in the cottage as their tenant before buying. Reluctantly, they agree, seeing this as one of the easiest ways to just get the house taken off their hands.
But while the man is there, a series of odd happenings sets him off edge, and though he no longer wishes to live there, his sense of curiosity grows. And this is where your story begins.
Anyone can participate! Just pick up where the last person ended. I might throw in something now and then, too, just for the heck of it. I hope you like the idea, guys! :D
your prompt sounds like a paranormal....let's see if I can start it off...1st or 3rd person
Hmm, yes, something along that lines. Perhaps paranormal, but it all depends where you or any other people take it. And I was thinking something more along the lines of 1st person, unless you prefer to write in 3rd. I have no problem with either, whichever way you decide to go.
'At long last!' I thought, 'The house of my dreams. Suzanna would have loved it here. It's a little worn down, but with a little elbow grease, this place will look like a riverside paradice in no time.'
Ah, here comes the fine young couple! They threw the papers at me ever so anxious and worried. I asked them several times what was wrong. They kept replying the same way: nothing kind sir, just please sign the papers.
When I put my John Hancock on the very last line, they bolted so fast that only a puff of dust was left behind. It was rather odd, but i thought they might be in a hurry to be someplace elsewhere, even though I couldn't imagine where.((feel free to critique))
Automatically I start dreaming and imagining all the different things I can do with this beautiful cottage. If only Suzanna was able to be here with me.
When suddenly a slight cool wind blows and sends a cold chill down my spine. My brow creases and I shiver. 'It's nothing, after all it is fall.' I thinl to myself as I walk up the front steps to the door and begin to unlock it.
the grand parlor was excuisite, the grand spiraling staircase curving into the landing leading upstairs. i grinned at all the things I could do to this place. if only Suzanna were here to see in... I sighed and began to climb the stairs.
'Yes. She would have fallen head over heals for this place.' I thought as I saw the small, but organized, study of which was covered with wall to wall book shelves. I dusted off one of the 18th century books varnished in Italian leather and headed up the spiral staircase. I held on to the metal rail untouched by rust and placed my crippled feet on every step, of which, none did creak in the slightest amount. It seemed as though it was also the house of my dreams. Why, pray-tell, was the young couple in such a hurry to get out of such a magnificent place?
It really was quite odd. I mean, this home would be the perfect home to have a life. It was quiet and off by itself away from the hustle and bustle of the world. It was like a small piece of heaven compared to the rush of the city.
I feel a wave of sadness again as I realize how much Suzanna would've loved this. If only I had done this sooner...
The stairs creeked and the chandelier swung slightly. The door slammed shut while the shutters fluttered. Old dust and cobwebs flew from their homes. The began to dim and flicker. Something seemed strange about it all, but yet again, it was an old house.