Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28299494-20160612222805

 The House

 I am a construction worker, been one for at least 3 years and I don’t intend to switch. It’s in our family history. Most of my ancestors were all some sort of construction worker. Some even worked on The Brooklyn Bridge. My mother told me all of this history when I was a little boy, it fascinated me. She helped me reach my goal to this job. She was always there when I needed her you could say. However, just yesterday she died supposedly of a heart attack at age 83. So, my team and I are now having to empty her house of its furniture and replace parts of the house tomorrow. So I go to the house at 3 a.m. with my buddies to check it out, they told me they would check the outside and the roof while I would check inside. This is my least favorite part of the job as I have to get up in the middle of the night just to see if there are any problems with the house we are emptying, and most of the time there aren’t.

 So I walk in my mother’s doorway and the door closes without me closing it. Thinking it was just the wind as it was pretty windy out today, I proceed. It all seemed normal with the furniture in pretty good condition and the rooms clean. So now it was time to check upstairs, and as I climbed up, I don’t know why but, I was feeling a sense of dread and fear. It was strange but I kept going and checked my old room. It was just how it used to be but more for adults. So I cleaned it as it was a little dusty and disorganized. So next I checked the guest bedroom. I don’t know why but it seemed depressing to look at and apparently someone had written on the wall. It was like graffiti rather than a message but it was still strange. I’m pretty sure it said something like welcome or hello. I couldn’t tell because first there was no power and the word was overlapped by the art on the wall.

 So it was on to the bathroom, and this is when things start getting strange. Things were already strange with how clean everything was as my mother was pretty uninterested in cleaning the house, so had someone been here before me? Anyway back to the bathroom and things were unnatural. The shower head was missing, the faucet was running on and off, and on the wall the same art was on the wall just as it had been in the guest bedroom. I was getting more and more sceptical the more I looked through this room. Just when I was about to leave the door slammed shut. Like I said before there was no power in the house due to my buddies removing the power cables. I brought a flashlight just in case it was necessary and it was only necessary until now. The sun was rising at this time and(although still very dim) there is light. However, this bathroom had no windows so when the door shut it turned black. So I take out my flashlight, and head towards the door. It was locked,”Sure am thankful that I brought some extra tools,” I thought. So using my tools I unscrewed the hinges, kicked down the door, and was ready to give the person who did it a hard time. But there was no one, confused I assumed whoever did it had fled the scene, so I went outside. I called my friends’ names, no response. I called again and still no response, now I was a little nervous. I went up the ladder up to the roof, they weren’t there.”Well maybe they’re on the other side, after all this roof is huge and very steep,” I thought to myself. So I walked to the other side, still nothing.”What happened to them, they wouldn’t have just bailed as I drove them here. Their houses are also miles away from here it’s very unlikely they just walked home. At this point I was very confused and a little creeped out.

 First the bathroom door closes with no suspect, and now my friends are gone with no reason why. If they did leave they probably would’ve at least left me a note. So I go back in the house angrily as now I’m here alone and would have to do their work for them. Now It’s on to the final room, the master bedroom. Before I opened the door, I saw something, like a shadow of some sort shown to the right of me. I looked at it and it disappeared. Now this is when I knew something was wrong and when I knew someone was here with me, hidden. I immediately called 911 about this. They told me to get out of the house immediately and that they would be here soon. They hung up, and ran towards the front door, it was chained shut. There was no getting out of this one now. There was a closet in the master bedroom and I would hide in there. I opened the door when I noticed it, the ladder on the outside of the window, that would be my escape. I go to the window, apparently it started to rain which  made things much harder. When I noticed yet another shadow of a head. I started to panic, but the door wasn’t opened. Relived, I noticed something in the bed. I go over to it and pull the blankets off a little, and there she was. My mother,”Why is she here, I saw her burial, I was at her funeral,” I said desperately. She looked completely normal, untouched which only made things creepier.”I need to get out of here,” I told myself. I turn around and see 3 words over the closet I was in,”I killed her.” It all made sense to me now, she didn’t die of a heart attack, she was murdered. I went over to the window and opened it, when I noticed two more figures hanging by something from the roof. I couldn’t tell who or what they were, but my attention was immediately brought back to the room.

The door opened to reveal a person, I only saw his/her silhouette as he/she walked towards. Instantly I sped down the ladder when I heard sirens, I rejoiced but slipped off the ladder and I woke up in the hospital. They said that when the police arrived, the person in the house had fled and that they saw two bodies hanged by a rope form the roof. An officer came in the room asking me to tell him everything I remember from that night. This is why you are reading this now and I have never been to that house again  