Hello steemIt users I decided to have a go at writing I don’t really read or anything but I am a huge fan of the king of horror the great Stephen King and today he has inspired me to write a short horror story for you all so here it is. Before you read this is in first person I created this myself I apologise for very bad grammar this is pretty much my first real price of work I didn’t pay attention in school in fact I failed in school but I’d thought I’d give it a go.
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Horror story: the haunted house
Back story: this story is set in 1899 in a small town called ićmashey
STORY
I moved down here from a few hundred miles up state, now I hate moving I hate making new friends And settling in anyways it was January fifteenth I was unpacking in my new room when I felt very cold in the room now outside the room it was warm I assumed it to just be cold air coming through the poorly maintained windows as I finished unpacking I rearranged the room to my liking the room is quite big bigger than the average bedroom overall the house was very big but very old and rotten on the outside but with us being a poor family and always on the run from bad people we had to take it. I rearranged my room so I had lots of space and after I finished I helped my younger brother with his room.
After everyone had unpacked we decided to walk to the local town as we needed to buy some food supplies and maybe a cheap horse just to get around my parents always wanted me and my brother to do things together so they decided to have us go off on our own to buy food supplies from a few different shops my brother being shy person didn’t like talking to strangers so he always waited outside shops. I entered the first shop on entering I noticed the man running the shop was wiping down an old clock, he said instantly “good morning their you look new, you new to town” me being a friendly person I replied “yes I’m new to town just moved here from upstate” he smiled and said “well what can I get for you sir” I replied “I need some canned food supplies and some outdoor clothing” he laughed “well you’re come to the right place sir here take a look in this book everything in here is in store” I said thanks and browsed through his book buying lots of food and a Outlaw looking hat. In these states these people deliver you’re supplies to on carriages I thanked him and tipped him a few extra dollars he asked me where are we heading I replied “spixworth Rhoades just 10 minutes away fro…” he cut me off mid sentence this time no smile “you mean the big house that has been abandoned for years” I smiled and laughed “yes, it doesn’t look abandoned just poorly maintained sir” his smile didn’t return he looked shaken and replied “sir there has been strange occurrences and well, well that doesn’t matter I shouldn’t speak of it I’ll shall deliver the goods their before sunset” I thanked him and said my goodbyes feeling slightly confused whilst leaving but hey I assumed it to be scare the new guy in town.
My brother was sitting on a step outside the saloon opposite the shop I whistled him over and we went to look for our parents after a few minutes we found them walking a horse, we’ve had a few horses in our time but this one really stood out it had shining black coat and a little luxurious white coat on the head me being lazy I decided to get on the horse and ride it back home I retuned home and entered my family returned a few minutes later I’d been out petting and comforting the horse when my father said who moved the furniture I quickly walked into the house as my father is an impatient individual and I noticed that everything in the room had been moved slightly but very noticeable I went upstairs and noticed my door wide open though I remember shutting it we didn’t think much of it however I did have a little think of what the guy at the shop said but I still assumed it to be nothing.
We didn’t do much for the rest of the day our supply delivery came however the guy from the shop didn’t deliver it it looks like he has staff. Come night timewe had done everything and we decided to have an early night so we could meet some of the local folk in the morning. I’m always the last to go to sleep my father always insists I put out all the candles around the house and by the time I had done that they’re all fast asleep as I open my door I feel a harsh cold air brush against me I shook but insisted it was the window and got into my bed as I began to fall asleep I feel a drop on my head I sighed and moved over assuming it to be a leak in the roof again after a few minutes another drip lands on me this time I reach over to my candle and box of matches I lean over towards my mirror I froze. I drop the candle in shock it wasn’t water on my head it was blood as I feel for the candle I notice the floor is wet with what I can assume to be blood I quickly run out of my room to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up I must of made a lot of noise as my brother woke up and came in the bathroom I grabbed him and told him “theirs blood in my room I took him to my room lighting the candle again but nothing no blood no sign of anything my brother laughed but noticed it was significantly colder in this room but he just said goodnight and rushed back to bed as I got back into bed I hear a child’s laughter it was so loud it hurt my ears but no one in the rooms opposite and next door got up so I assumed it to be my mind eventually after a few hours I finally got to sleep when I woke up I felt lots of pain in my leg I looked and noticed a scratch across my leg so deep it was still bleeding I rushed over to the mirror and noticed blood dripping from my neck chest and arms. Scratchers all over my body I screamed ran into my fathers room but he wasn’t their I ran to my brothers room but he wasn’t there either I screamed again and ran out of the house.
Panicking it unhitched the horse and rode to town I needed to see a doctor the bleeding wasn’t stopping the beautiful horse was now stained in my blood. I hitched the horse outside the doctors office and fainted upon entry. I awoke to too doctors explaining that it looks like I had been attacked by a bear as they helped me up off the bed I said “no this happened inside my house on spixworth” again the two doctors faces dropped me now shaking screamed “what’s going on what’s with that stupid house” the doctors didn’t respond they didn’t even notice I asked a question they where too shocked as one was cleaning the rest of my wounds the other began to explain he said quietly “that the house belonged to a mass murderor who hogtied innocent people in the middle of the night and killing them in that house he was never caught instead he got really drunk one night and fell down the stairs landing on his head and dying instantly ever since then the house has never been touched and everyone who goes near whitnesses seeing shadows in the windows or cold air pushing against them I said I need to find my family to the doctor he said “but you’re wounds they won’t heal you need rest” I shook my head I need to go he handles me a syringe “at least take this this will ease the pain but be careful any dirt can cause and infection” I thanked him and was on my way.
I unhitched my horse and rode very fast back to the house and once there I jumped off of my horse and left it I ran to every room and found nothing As I walked back down the stairs I notice a tiny drops of blood leading through outdoors and around back towards the shed I followed laying g very close attention to the direction to blood. As I ran further and further down the field I saw something I wish I never saw I saw my brother on the floor not breathing I hugged him and realised he had died from blood loss I also found my father nearby also dead I whistled out for my horse and lifted my brother and father onto the horse I took them back to into town due to my condition I felt dizzy and eventually blacked out I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke I was back in the doctors office this time surrounded by law enforcement detectives I explained everything to them and they didn’t reply.
One week down the road my family had been buried the law enforcement decided to demolish the house and to never build anything on it but leave in to nature I am now living in the streets, folk walk past and just stare they are too afraid to help some folk think I killed my family others feel sorry for me but believe the haunted spirit to now live in me I don’t know I feel myself becoming sick and more weak day by day…
The end thank you for reading please leave feedback
i was heavily inspired by Stephen king to write this however due to lack of skill this will most likely be my only time writing 😀