The old Victorian house on Elm Street had been abandoned for decades, its cracked windows and peeling paint a testament to years of neglect. Neighborhood kids whispered about the place, claiming it was haunted, but Emma had never taken those stories seriously. That was until the night she found herself standing at the front door with a flashlight in hand.
Emma was an urban explorer, always seeking out abandoned places for her blog. Tonight, the challenge was to capture something truly eerie at the old house. She had heard the rumors of strange occurrences—footsteps where no one walked, shadows flitting past windows. She didn’t believe in ghosts, but the challenge was too tempting to resist.
The door creaked open with a groan, and Emma stepped inside. The air was thick with dust and the scent of mildew. She swept her flashlight across the entryway, revealing a grand but decayed interior. Broken chandeliers hung like skeletal remains, and the floorboards groaned under her weight.
Emma set up her camera and began to explore. She moved through the darkened hallways, each room more decrepit than the last. As she ventured further into the house, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She dismissed it as her imagination running wild.
In the upstairs hallway, she noticed a door slightly ajar. With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, she pushed it open. Inside was a small, dusty room with a single window covered in grime. Emma’s flashlight caught a glimpse of something strange on the wall—a series of scratches that looked like desperate claw marks.
Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped. Emma’s breath turned into visible puffs as a shiver ran down her spine. She spun around, her flashlight casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance and sway. That’s when she saw it—a dark figure, barely distinguishable from the shadows, standing in the corner of the room.
Emma’s heart raced. She fumbled with her camera, trying to get a shot of the figure, but it seemed to flicker and move with the shadows. The figure grew more distinct, taking on a humanoid shape with hollow eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
Her instincts screamed at her to leave. She turned and bolted down the stairs, the floorboards seeming to roar in protest as she raced toward the front door. Her flashlight flickered, and the figure seemed to follow her, moving faster than she could. Every creak of the house sounded like a sinister laugh.
Just as Emma reached the front door, she looked back. The figure was standing at the top of the stairs, its eyes glowing eerily in the dim light. She yanked the door open and stumbled out into the night, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She never went back to the house on Elm Street, and she never managed to review the footage from that night. The old Victorian house remained a dark memory, its secrets and the shadowy figure within staying forever in the realm of the unknown.
Every so often, Emma would hear whispers from the neighborhood—about how the old house had a new occupant, one who seemed to watch from the windows with hollow, glowing eyes.
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This is a cool story. I’m intrigued to know what was at the top of the stairs. Too bad that remains a mystery since he never went back.
This is such a spooky short story! You are very talented at fiction writing – I am so bad at it.
A lovely short story indeed! The descriptions were picturesque.
This is a fascinating short story! I’m so intrigued and it’s perfect for this spooky season.