User:MrOddysee

Shit! He's coming, look I don't have much time. No time at all really.

Earlier today me and my friend Greg were... walking around town. Not looking for trouble or anything like that, just... okay, we were looking for trouble, we always do, it's how we are and we have a bad name because of it. I'd give you some examples of what we do, but like I said, I don't have much time.

Back to the story. We seen an old abandoned house at the end of a street, it looked as though it was just... staring at us, inviting us in if that makes sense. Us the being that trouble makers we were, decided to enter this house. It was made of really weak wood, the paint was white and peeling, the door was loose and nearly falling off of it's hinges. The inside of the house was big, bigger than what i had first anticipated, it was really dark though, I could only tell the house was big because of the dead silence and the echo of the hinges closing the door behind us, I could barely see until my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the floor was made of wood, and it creaked with every step.

We walked quietly, Greg being no more than three steps behind me said "I really don't think we should be in here Josh" If only i listened. I told him he didn’t need to worry but he got all stubborn and said "You know what Josh, you're a stubborn piece of shit, explore this place yourself, I'm out of here!" He started walking back the way we entered, when he was no more than 5 feet away from the door, the floor caved in beneath him with a loud 'CRASH'. I ran over to him, being careful about where I stepped now. "Greg are you okay? I'll see you next fall." Nothing... not a reply, not a cry of pain, nothing. "Greg... GREG!" I looked down into the hole, it was pitch black, I couldn't see anything, it was Pitch Black! I stared immensely into the hole when suddenly I was pushed down into it, the fall had to have been around 3 10 feet I hit the ground which was just dirt. I fell unconscious.

When I came to, I heard a something, it sounded as though something was being dragged along the floor. I thought to myself for a second "Greg!" My eyes felt as though they were going to burst out of my head, I didn't move though, something was dragging Greg, my best friend. My eyes started to adjust and I saw the most horrific sight, it was a creature, there was no way it was human! It had to have been at least 8 feet tall, it head was just missing the floor above. It was facing opposite me dragging my friend with him.

Greg and the creature were out of sight by now. I just lay there on the ground keeping as quiet as I could and listened. Nothing but silence, then suddenly I heard a blood-curdling scream, it was Greg's. There was no point telling myself he was okay, he was dead, I've never heard him scream like that before. It was the kind of scream that you'd let out if you were in pain. The scream continued for around 5 seconds then I heard a bone snap, and there was no sound except for my heavy breathing and the dead silence. Greg's gone and I had to face it, I would soon be gone as well.

My final message is don't go into abandoned houses... ever! They may appear abandoned, but that's not always the case. Great evil lurks in these houses, evil that isn't to be tampered with.

It's coming for me, I can hear the footsteps getting closer.