Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28546665-20160526042043

Stay away from 341st Star Lane.

I’ve always loved anything horror; horror movies, books, and short stories. In my mind I’ve always horror as fake and non-existent.

I was wrong.

Last month my wife and I had moved into a new house on Star Lane. The place was a nice old 3-room house dated back to 1940. The old owners of the house had died a few years back. Their cause of death was unknown.

The house was cheap and I decided we should live there. Our old apartment wasn’t in the right condition for our baby on the way. Unfortunately we had to move. We had searched all over the city for a home. 341st Star Lane was our only option. Once everything was unpacked I started dinner. I cooked steak in celebration of our new arrival. After my last bite of food, I noticed something in my mouth. I slowly slide out the longest piece of blonde hair I have ever seen.

I felt sick. I gagged at the sight. My wife had brown hair, so how was there a blonde hair in my food?

I ran to the bathroom and threw up my dinner I had just consumed When I was throwing up. A shit load of hair poured out from my mouth. The whole entire toilet was filled with blonde hair.

I sat back. I could not stand to look at what just came out of me. The thought still disgusts me.

I went over to the sink to wash my face and contemplate what had just happened. I splashed water on my face and looked at myself.

There was something in the mirror behind me. There was a young blonde woman peering over my shoulder.

I slowly turned to look at her when my wife burst through the door. She looked at the toilet and gagged. “You just…” She shivered at the thought.

She grabbed me. “Please there’s something in the yard.” I walked out into the living room. I did get one glimpse behind me though. There was a blonde woman laughing.

I sneaked to the window. Outside the window was a humanoid figure looking for something. He was digging. He was using his bare hands to dig the soil. I banged on the glass and he looked up to find where the noise was. I saw his face. His face was bloodied and scarred and he had no pupils. His eyes were pure white and bloodshot. Black blood oozed from his eyes. He let out the most blood chilling voice I have ever heard. “Whoever is there, in the black of night? I just need to look for my sight.”

He broke into the sprint and placed his face right near the glass. I saw his face in full. It was lifeless. We ducked and waited for a very long time.

Then our phone rang. I answered it and a females voice answered. “Please sir, please I need help.” “You should have called the police,” I said very carefully. “But this is the only phone I can call, I’m dead.” She laughed.

I shivered. “What do you mean?” “Its not important, you will be joining us soon.”

She started chanting something in another language. I ran for the door. When I grabbed the doorknob a scream echoed through the house. A hand broke through the front of the door and grabbed my neck.

I resisted breaking the hand backwards and falling to the floor. I peddled backwards when the blonde haired girl appeared in front of the door. Her neck spun upside down and she got onto all fours. “Join us,” she screamed I ran towards the back door where the man was standing. I was pinned. I screamed for my wife. She screamed for me. I opened the sliding glass and ran towards outside charging through the man.

I climbed over the fence and ended up on the outside of my neighbor’s fence. I sprinted around my house.

There was nothing. 