This was actually an english assignment. I like this story and I thought it was pretty interesting. This was actually going to be apart of a book I was writing. Unfortunately, I deleted it. I don't think I'll write the book but maybe someday I'll make this longer. Oh well. This is my first story on fictionpress so don't be too harsh on meh!

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The House

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The house was old and rickety. Wood from the outer wall was chipped off. The windows were broken and rattled against the wind. Tall, menacing trees and overgrown shrubs covered the sides. The steps leading to the house were crooked and the doorknob of the front door was gone, leaving a hole in its place. No wonder the house was haunted, it looked malevolent.

Clare brushed her brown hair behind her ear and chewed her finger; she did this whenever she was nervous.

“Nothing to be scared of,” she said aloud to herself.

You stupid girl, a small voice in her head replied. Why did you listen to those jerks? You don’t have to prove yourself to them!

Clare sighed. Jennifer had bullied her since fifth grade, calling her names and embarrassing her in front of everyone. She and her group of popular girls doubled dared her to be in the haunted house for at least an hour.

Clare stepped up the steps and pushed the door open. It creaked noisily as she opened it and stepped inside.

There was no sheet covered furniture. No dead bodies or blood, no ghost. The wooden floor creaked as Clare began to explore the house. Every room was empty except for a few roaches and rats.

She stumbled into the living room, which was empty except for an old fireplace.

Clare pulled out her matches and attempted to light a fire. As soon as the fire began, it burned out immediately.

“That’s strange,” Clare murmured.

After a dozen tries, she gave up and laid out her sleeping bag. She took a flashlight from her sack and flipped the switch on. The flashlight didn’t turn on. After three more times, Clare gave up and lay on top of her sleeping bag.

This house is cursed, the voice whispered.

“Oh, shut up,” Clare growled. The voice has been annoying her all day.

You’re going to be sorry…

The wind rattled the windows and trees. Clare can hear a dog howling a few blocks away.

“Scar, how many times do I have to tell you?” a quiet voice moaned. The voice was cold and cruel, full of menace that made Clare flinch.

“What was that,” Clare whispered, jumping to her feet.

Get out before it’s too late, the voice warned but Clare ignored it.

Clare treaded carefully into the hall. What she saw made her jaw drop. There was an old, antique staircase leading to another hall. Strange, that wasn’t there before.

Clare tiptoed up the stairs and into the hall. In the end of the hall, a door was open. Clare crept up to the door and peeked inside.

Clare clasped her hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. There was a monster bowing down before a woman in an armchair. The monster might have been a golden retriever if it still had its fur and skin. The meat, bones, and veins of the monster were showing. It had bloodshot eyes that were oozing liquids. Cockroaches and ants were all over its body, eating the meat and chewing its bones.

The woman had long, black hair, sharp black eyes, and ghostly white skin. Thin, pink lips, high cheekbones, and a thin body.

“My instructions were simple. Kill the couple and bring me the girl,” the woman’s voice was sharp and cold, malign.

“I’m sorry, Empress,” the monster whimpered.

Clare gasped. It spoke! She clasped her hand over her mouth but it was too late. The woman and the monster turned sharply to her.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”

Clare stepped into the room. “Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you going to kill someone? You can’t! I’ll report you to the police!”

The woman merely chuckled. “Humans ask so many questions.”

“You shouldn’t have come,” said a voice inn the corner. Clare turned to see a girl who was a few years older than her. She had long, whitish blonde hair, gentle gray eyes, and extremely pale skin. She was wearing a white blouse stained with dried blood, navy skirt, and black shoes and white socks.

“You should’ve run like I told you,” she whispered.

Clare’s jaw dropped and was about to reply but the monster started to run toward her. It ran at full speed at her, baring its sharp, dangerous fangs…