Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26067056-20170721190927

(Note: This is just gonna get the same criticism, I didn't try at all.)

I should of never went into that damn house....

I'm just your average everyday young adult. When I mean "Young" I'm actually 21. I do random things like a normal person would do. I have a friend named James, We have been best friends since the first day of 3rd Grade. The reason I'm mentioning him is because Me and James because we did something stupid.

I well used to explore old buildings and such, but I lost interest in them after I got a job at a Gas Station nearby. I live in a apartment complex which is about 3 or 4 floors high. My friend lives in the same building as me on the 3rd floor, I live on the 2nd floor. We have a lot of hangouts and parties from time to time. A few weeks ago, James told me that he found a old 1930s house we could explore. I told him that I didn't explore old buildings anymore because of my job and left it as that.

A day later James called me and asked me if we could go to the old house, I was angry that he was talking about that house and yelled. After some arguing we reached an agreement after he threatened me that he was going to destroy my apartment, which he would never do. James said to that he would meet me at my apartment around 8:30.

I left my apartment around 8:35 with James to go to this house. At first it looked way newer than James told me how old it looked. When we got closer it looked way older. The place had 2 floors, which was cool and gave it a way creepier effect. Me and James entered the house.

The first thing I noticed is that the floors had old newspapers on them, the latest dated newspaper was January 4, 1941. There were 5 rooms per floor and a huge living room the first few rooms had nothing in them. When we got to the 2nd floor however there was a room that had bookshelves in it. I didn't find it interesting but James found it appealing. We decided to explore the room more to see if it had any books in it. We did find one book.

The book was named "He who find it, must perish" the name was odd but I didn't think much about it. The contents of the book is what sparked my curiosity, the words were a language I didn't understand. There were pictures of symbols and crosses and such. James read one of the paragraphs which said "Unison Paridoxion Parsi" after he read it a large boom shook the whole house. We thought it thought that a train was nearby or something like that. We explored the rest of the house to find nothing really interesting. We went back down to the 1st floor to find a large hole. with smoke plumes coming from the hole. When we left we heard a voice say "He who must perish faces punishment", I looked behind me to find that there was a white figure at the end of the hallway. It was sitting there. James looked to, we were scared shitless and ran out of the home.

I drove by the house a few days later to find that it was burned down. I'm not sure what caused it to burn, but I know at least the book and whatever that thing was in that house is gone for good. Every night since I seen the house burned down, I always hear that same god damn voice say "You will perish." 