Earlier today, John and I were taking a walk in the outskirts of the town, when we saw an old house on top of a hill. I wanted to take a closer look at it, but John looked a little spooked and mumbled something about not wanting to go there.
I convinced him that there was nothing to be afraid of, “It’s just an old house which hasn’t been occupied for a while.” I told him though I wasn’t sure whether someone really was living there. We walked up the driveway, up to the house. It was huge. The place looked deserted, the grass hadn’t been mowed for ages, and everything was a mess. Filled with anxiety, John chewed on his nails like crazy, but my curiosity had taken hold of me. I still wanted to check this place out.
The door was made of wood, and looked like it could fall apart any minute.
I turned the doorknob, but it fell off as soon as I laid my fingers on it. The knob rolled down the warped wooden steps and kept on rolling down the driveway, and stopped by the fence.
That didn’t make John feel any better at all. He looked like he had seen a ghost.
I took a deep breath, and pushed at the door. It wouldn’t budge an inch. “Help me out here, wont you?” I said, but John kept chewing at his diminishing nails. Only God knows why, there was nothing to be scared of. I took a step backwards, and then kicked the door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. “Wow! What a huge mansion we’ve got here!” John took a peek into the house, but didn’t dare go inside.
There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn’t locked, so I carefully turned the knob, which surprisingly didn’t fall off. Suddenly I felt a slight pressure at my shoulder. I turned around immediately hoping to see that John changed his mind, but there was nobody there. “Probably just my imagination getting hold of me,” I said to myself, and went on into the room.
It was a lounge, with some impressive furniture, antiques and other objects. It was a sight to see. “Get in here and look at all this cool stuff,” I yelled at John. He didn’t reply, so I went to check on him. All I found outside the house was a shoe, and his necklace. I couldn’t quite understand what was going on. If he’d run away, he would have at least taken his belongings with him. The door slammed shut behind me, and my heart skipped a beat. I turned, and again there was nobody there. All I could hear was the breeze rustling through the trees nearby, and a helicopter flying over the town. I admit I was a bit spooked myself now, and felt like running away, but I was fascinated by this old house, and wanted to explore it.
I turned around and went back inside, the door opened easier this time. I went up the left staircase, and through a doorway. It was a bedroom that I should have never entered. On the bed lay John, shoeless and completely pale in the face, dead. I cried, wishing we’d never entered the house in the first place....