We lived in an old, decent sized white house with black
shutters on the very top of a hill. To the right of the house we had a medium
sized, white, two car garage. The front of course is where the cars were, the
back was my dad's 'workshop' although I never actually saw him do any work in
there, and the top of course was the attic.
We started by building the new wall first, it only took a
couple of days. Then we started putting the boards over it so it looked like a
decent wall. My dad had left a small space open though so someone could crawl
in and kick down one of the boards on the old wall so it would be easier to get
them off. Since neither him nor his friend could fit in there, I gladly
volunteered. It seemed like it'd be cool.
After I awkwardly crawled in, I took in the atmosphere. Dark
and peaceful. I started to think to myself, "Eheheh.. You almost can't
tell there's this space back here. Reminds me of those stories you see on TV
about the false walls with bodies and money behind them." My dad of course
responded to my gawking around with "Hurry up."
I started on the far left. I kicked. The board came loose.
The space was then dimly lit. I didn't stop there though. I decided to go to
the right side and kick down the rotted board to make things even easier for
us. I walked about 10 feet, kicked, but I heard a hollow thud. I tried again,
still, a hollow thud.
This made no sense to me. I could kick the other one off
with barely any effort, but I can't get the rotten one off?! I decided not to
waste the time or energy though. I crawled back out. The wall was boarded up
and we made our way to the back.
We started pulling off the boards from the old wall, talking
about what we would go get for lunch after that, and of course the whole time
my eyes kept finding their way back to that rotten board.
We finally made our way down to that board, and it came off
right away, which obviously made me a bit frustrated. We kept going though. We
started tearing down the beams of the old wall; my weapon of choice was my
baseball bat. After we had cleared the wall I stepped back to admire my handy
work--
--but then I noticed the math didn't exactly add up.. The
front part of the garage was wider than the back. That made absolutely no
sense. The garage was a perfect square. I brought up the point, but they didn't
exactly care. We decided to call it a day.. but I couldn't stop thinking about
why the walls were like that.. I was dying to know. I was just dying to know. I
had never been the patient type. Ever.
The night ended as it usually would, but for some reason I
found myself awake at 2 A.M. I decided why not do some exploring? I stepped
into my Converses and grabbed my dad's keys off of the table on the way out.
I silently turned the key in the padlock, turned on the
light, and went to work. I grabbed a hammer off of the nearby counter and
started pulling out the ancient nails. After 3 nails were out I decided I
didn't need to take it off of the wall completely. I could just push the board
with it still attached by that one nail. I nudged it and reached eagerly for my
flashlight.
What I found and what would happen next would stay with me
forever though.
I aimed the flashlight into the dark and saw concrete steps
leading downward to a metal door. Now any normal person in that situation would
say to themselves "No. I've seen my share of horror movies and I know how
this ends. Don't be that dumb white girl," but I figured with the date of
the house it had to be a bomb shelter or something like that.
I started down the steps and cracked the door open a bit. I
saw a dark tunnel. I tried to rationalize my actions. I know it was a dumb
thing to do, but at least I was reluctant.. It’s not exactly like some crazy
hobo had easy access to it.
I started down the tunnel. The walls were made of metal and
the floor was dirt. On the walk that seemed to last a lifetime I started to
think a lot. So this is what is in the hill that I live on? Sweet. I wondered
if any of my neighbors had the same thing and if this was connected to any of
their houses. Although I don't think I'd feel too comfortable if my house was connected
to Mr. Jenson's.. When we first moved here he tried to lure me into his house
by asking if I wanted to see his penny collection. Lolno. Anyways, I finally
reached a rusty door that was slightly ajar.
What I found wasn't much. It was just a small room. Shelves
filled with canned food, a trunk used as a makeshift table, and a bed covered
in dusty wool blankets. When I got closer to the trunk I found a candle though.
I looked around for some matches, but I didn't have any luck. Good job, guys. I
see you were quite prepared.
Seeing as there wasn't much to explore I started to head
back, but then I noticed there was another rusty metal door next to the one I
had come in from. I entered the new room and that was when it got weird. There
was a huge marble table in the middle of the room. The walls were lined with
sewn together skin, and of course what lair wouldn't be complete without your
very own throne made out of human bones? Classy. I guess the people who lived
here before would take care of their annoying neighbor's themselves.
I can dig it. I must admit I was pretty impressed by the
effort put into this room. I rested my hand on the table and looked up admiring
the ceiling. It was a well, and the moon still looked beautiful. I lifted my
hand up.. b.. blood. It was covered in blood.. and not DRIED blood either..
warm, sticky blood.. Best believe that if I'd had anything in my bladder at
that point, it would have been all over my pants. It was definitely time to
leave.
As I started to exit the way I had came, the light hit some
of the 'canned food'...These weren't your normal down-south canned vegetables..
These were jars of eyes, fingers, and organs… I felt my chest tighten and my
legs locked up as I attempted to run and I fell.
I looked up, brushing the blue hair out of my eyes. I found
myself face to face with a rotting female corpse. She must have been hidden by
the bed earlier.. I felt the tears start to stream down my face and I screamed.
Her eyes bolted open... but for a moment everything stopped. They were so
beautiful; pale blue. They didn't seem hostile... they seemed sad, as if she
were longing for something… or wanting help... but I quickly snapped out of my
daze as I felt the tears streaming down my face full force. I jumped up and
started to run.
Unfortunately, the last thing I remember after running for
what seemed like en eternity was waking up with an aching headache looking up
at the sunrise. It was so beautiful. I couldn't help but wonder how a world
filled with such evil and cruelty could ever be so beautiful.. Suddenly I felt
a sharp pain in my chest. I looked around slowly, shocked. I was back in that
same sinister room. There was a silver knife in my chest, and a bony hand
around that. That hand belonged to the house's previous owner. It was so odd… I
had attended his funeral a few months ago… right after that his wife went
missing.. I was slipping away too fast to piece it all together then.
But I shall end this story here. I only wish I had lived to
tell this story…
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