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|The House of Dark Secrets (Part I) (standard:horror, 1653 words)|
|Author: Siobhan||Added: Oct 01 2002||Views/Reads: 2053/1211||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|She only was enjoying the ride home from her sister's school as she did everyday, but the house that reeked of death demanded her attention unlike anything ever before. It's call begs for her to enter, and she cannot resist.|
She drove the same way home from dropping her little sister at school every day past the high school. She would head northbound on Extension just out of habit and so she would drive through the teenage infested neighborhood, five days a week. It wasn't any different the day it would all change. She waved at the crossing guard as she always did. They didn't even know each other but since he had seen her every day, he had taken to waving to her. She figured he thought she went to the high school. Of course she didn't, she had graduated and was a freshman in college, but not everyone could possibly know that. She waited patiently for a group of dawdling boys to cross the road to the auto class building. They were so slow and lost in their own thoughts, she tapped her fingernails impatiently on the steering wheel and revved the engine. Finally they reached the curb and she squealed her tires as she whipped around the corner. She zipped up past the agriculture area and up to the stop sign where she again waited for a group of students to reach the other side. She turned and there were the clutter of lower class houses that were east of the school. They were more like tiny little boxes with crappy cars sitting in front of them. Regularly dirty children no older than three or four could be seen playing in the sparse grass that was supposed to be yards. And though it was not a neighborhood of money, it seemed to be a quiet one. There were never really cops or loud music, or scruffy low riders jumping down the street. But that day was different. The stillness was deadly and heavy, weighing down oppressively. There were no children nor any movement, in fact the only sign of life, was the cop sitting palely in his car. He looked ill and he kept closing his eyes and shaking his head. There was one house in the middle, no different than the other houses, except for the bright police tape that surrounded it. And the door hanging awkwardly on it's hinges, dark red stains spattered around the handle. The entrance was empty, a black mouth yawning for someone to come in. She couldn't help but look, rubber necking, hoping to catch a glimpse of what had happened. Another cop stumbled out of the door, staggered to the grass where he wretched into the soil. He kneeled there, his body shuddering and his skin white and sweaty. She could hear more sirens coming in the background, but for the moment she heard something else. Something from inside the house, like a dry rustle of winds across leaves was calling her name. Seductively, it begged her to enter, to explore it's hidden secrets, uncover the darkness that seemed to whelm out of the doorway. She knew it wasn't a real voice, but it was nagging at her anyhow. Something did want her to come in, and she nearly pulled over and parked. But she knew with the police there, it would look strange, especially if she wandered nonchalant into the forbidden house. She would come back later, she wouldn't go in, but she might sneak a peak through the windows or something. She drove the rest of the way home, her mind no longer on the soothing ride. She was stuck back at that house, milling over it's contents. She had to know what happened, what was in there. Why had it claimed her attention so? She had seen police cars, police tape, and so on before, she didn't exactly live in upper class Mesa or anything. Her neighborhood harbored drug dealers, sex offenders, and just in general, twisted people, so it wasn't the cops. She was used to them, there was something else. Something dark and forlorn, almost lonely, and it wanted her. No, it needed her. She parked in underneath the trees on the street, got out and pressed the lock button on her little alarm control. Her truck beeped once and the lights flashed before it was silent again. She turned and walked almost mechanically into the house, barely aware of what she was doing. She wanted in that house, it was necessary to her mannerism of life. She had to go check it out. She sauntered into her room, so out of it, she tripped over one of their dogs. She didn't really notice, just recovered and kept on going. She sank onto her bed and stared intently at the ceiling. Her cat leapt upon her chest and meowed desperately for attention, but she didn't react, her mind still back at the house. She again saw the cop stagger out, pale and shaken by what he had seen, the other policeman hiding in Click here to read the rest of this story (77 more lines)
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