The house upon a hill, untouched, left to rot and crumble, has just remained there for years. No one has ever gone to the house. People seem afraid of the house, for no one knows who or what, if anything lives inside its peeling walls.
There are plenty of stories from the previous generation, not even they know for sure about that house, or the real story, so they’re all just stories to me. But I wanted to know for real. A few years back a group of kids went up to the house with devious intentions, just trying to cause some trouble. However, the kids never returned that day from the ‘abandoned’ house. Parents always warned kids to stay away even before the disappearances, but even more so now. There was a police investigation on the missing kids, their parents, friends, and teachers were all interrogated but the investigation didn’t last. Having no evidence and no leads the case had been closed. At the time I was six, fascinated by the story of how some kids just like me, in my area, could just go to an abandoned house and go missing.
The day was gloomy and grey, early morning was quiet for most, until the morning news came on with the report of a group of missing children. My entire small town caught wind of the incident, causing a slight uproar with parents and schools about the kids last known whereabouts. But there was no helpful information on that available from anyone except the parents of the children. They were aware that the children went to the hill that day, but could offer no further help on locating them.
I being myself started to wonder, thinking of what possibly could have happened at that house that day to those kids. I started to travel to the house often, never approaching the door and keeping a safe distance from the mysteries inside. But to figure out what I came to accomplish I had to go inside. After investigating the premises on multiple occasions, I found the courage to simply walk up and kick open the old rotting locked door. The rotting wood collapsed under the force of the kick and the door came fell right inside.
Standing on the porch I peeked inside before I set foot in the house, just to make sure nothing was inside waiting on its next victim to walk in. As I walked around inside there was dust everywhere, the furniture still remained from where it was left many years ago. I cautiously searched around every corner and in every shadow. The house seemed empty to anything living, except for the rats and bugs. I walked through the halls; everything from the floor to the ceiling lay covered in a thick layer of dust and grime. I came along to the staircase, as I walked up; the stairs seemed weak and hollow. I found that strange for such an old house, the foundation wasn’t terrible and the rest of the house still seemed sturdy.
When I reached the top of the stairs I heard it. I heard the sound of another person and instantly shot around, it was muffled but still in the house for sure. “Who’s there?” I shouted back down the stairs. There was no reply but there were muffled sounds of shuffling coming from under the staircase. I stood frozen at the top of the stairs, not sure what to do. I wanted to run to the front door but the source of the noise stood between me and it. Still frozen, things started to change, the house got cold and drafty, the light that came through the fogged windows dimmed. At this point I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Iced over with fear I watched as this large, black shadow rose from the center of the stairs. I didn’t believe it at first. The creature rose straight through the floor and towered above me; I couldn’t see the door anymore and my way out had been blocked.
The blackness started to overtake me. I couldn’t avoid it; the mass just expanded and consumed me and everything around it. I blacked out. Luckily when I woke up, I was already home, in my house, on my hill.