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The Uninhabited House

The room was unusually cold and tiny icicles had formed by the window sill. A layer of frost had started to cover the view of the garden. A garden? Hold on a second … there’s no garden outside my 35th floor apartment! My body sank heavily into the soft, fluffy bed. I got off the unusually comfortable bed. It felt like every molecule in my body was about to combust from exhaustion. I wanted to collapse back onto the bed but I looked around the cramped room and there were books … books … and more books all over the place. A specific title caught my eye amongst the messy piles of books on the rugged floor. It read: ‘Disciples’ and on the cover was a horned demon grinning profusely.

Heck, what on earth was this place, what sort of a creepy person lived here, I wondered. As I inspected the titles; ‘The Chosen One’, ‘Mary’s Sacrifice’, ‘God’s Cursed Child’ and ‘Monstrosities’, finally my eyes zoomed in on ‘The Death Prophet’. It freaked me out. All these malicious books told me that I needed to get out of here. I shuddered as I looked around the room. Every time I tilted my head to observe details in the room, I felt as if a supernatural presence was stalking me. I felt inopportune as I stepped closer towards the door and opened it with haste. The eerie creaks and squeaks of the door was enough to make me shiver.

As I wondered along the corridor, one thought raced through my mind - ‘Why am I here?’ As I begun to venture around the rooms, I heard footsteps approaching me. I was petrified and soon begun to hear blood curling screams. I reached the specific room where the noise and commotion was coming from. I froze in my tracks as I saw the door of that room slightly ajar.

I peeked into this space and had this uncanny feeling. I decided to brave through. What I saw was nerve racking. A group of men was circling a young girl and chanting around her. I felt a sense of trepidation for the girl as I knew what was about to happen to her. I entered the room, made a commotion and kicked their figurines of different types of malicious demons. I had to create a distraction for the girl to be free from these horrendous beings. I held her hand and we dashed for our lives. I found the door and escaped. I ran for a good one mile haphazardly. I then stopped to take a breather by the side of the road.

Then realization hit me. The girl was not clutching my hands anymore.
A tattered house where once life was present
I was in a daze and decided to ring the cops. In no time, they were at the scene. I told them I would take them to the exact house. As I approached the grueling spot, to my horror the house looked like it was uninhabited for ages. Broken windows, the roof was badly destroyed and part of the house looked like it had been captured by an army of termites. A tattered house was all that was left. I was shocked.

 Was the girl, the group of men and the house, a hallucination or a reenactment of what happened a long time ago... 



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