Haunted

Two full months ago, my mum and I drove into the new neighborhood. We made enough memories until it felt somewhat like our new home. Everyday I always saw the haunted house hiding at the dead-end whenever I walked to school.

It’s a overgrown, abandoned, wooden house with planks that seemed to be falling apart and windows that are boarded with old rusty nails. Something tells me to sneak in but I never do. There’s got to be some sort of weird entity in there, but it makes me wonder how it looks inside.

I stare at the haunted house from across the street, my backpack strapped to my back.

What if I went inside?

I pull out my flashlight waving it around. As I expected, the haunted house was empty but the house still had some interesting furniture. The silence was eerie and felt a force wanting to jolt my back to where I walked in from.

The couch had a faded red flower pattern, and grass started to grow beneath the floortiles. It's an ecosystem that started to brew here after the owners abandoned it.

“Hummm…”

I turn to the sound, my flashlight flickering ominously as I suddenly can’t see the light from where I entered from. The only light is front the cracks in the boarded window.

I don’t make a sound.

“I shouldn’t of came here.”

I mumbled.

My heart beats faster and I think I might run out of breath. I don’t what's behind me or where I'm going but I can only tell I'm going deeper into the madness and it only scares me.

I think about the noise. What was that? There’s no electricity to this house. So maybe a bird? Or a raccoon? Or an entity. My intuition tells me. Which is great considering I’ve signed my fate. I thought to myself.