Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26121008-20150423003336

I remember my old house in the woods. It was not strange or so I thought but it was near the woods. I thought it would be a great place to live at because it was near winter so I could cut a lot of firewood. The house was not so big just about one stories tall. One day I finally moved in and I thought it was great. The man who looked fairly same to me sold it to me for a cheap price. then he told me “if you need help call me. Then he proceeded to give me his phone number.

In my first day in the house I counted all the rooms and doors “okay 3 rooms, 1 closet and 5 doors how could that be? The fifth door was cover in epoxy and super glue all over the place and covered with boards and with a locked door handle and also with a note that says “bless those who open this door.”  I had no idea what that meant.

In my second day in the house I had a feeling I was not alone. I think I should have called him or not. I got myself a gun just in case something does happen. I called him to see if he would know anything about it before but what happened was nothing he didn't answer.

In my third day in the house I saw that the handle was jiggling I proceeded to hold it but then I heard angry grunting sounds coming from the door I thought to myself oh crap. It kept on shaking till the thing got tired. I called him and to my surprise he did answer I told him that “the blocked door handle was jiggling.” He asked me “did you open it?” I said “I did not” he then told me “He opened the door and that thing will get to help and he needed someone act like a sacrifice before it got to him “what the hell! You bastard.” “Sorry!” he said “It’s the only way to save my lie I blocked the door so I could get more time” the phone then stopped the call and the door had been still okay but the handle as missing the adhesives kept the door from opening. I fallen asleep on the chair in front of the door.

The last day in the house I awoke to the door being barley broken up. I then heard a boarding up sound at my door. It was getting boarded up in order to keep me from getting out. I tried to break out the window but it was already boarded up “crap why didn't I escape already” I said to myself. The door was getting banged on then I proceed to shut off the lights then hid near the door and in my kitchen cabinet. I shot the cabinet to create a hole to see outside. The door finally broke and just smashed the boards apart then it went to the door and opened it. The hole was barley big enough for me to see outside. I could barely make out what it was but it looked like a mashed up human with the light shining on it “No no I’m sorry oh god I’m sorry” he said “he then started to scream as he was dragged into the house by the thing into the door what looked like a basement and I started to hear gore and hacking sounds. I then heard him screaming louder than before and I realize I looked nearly the same to him the thing would confuse for me to be him. The scream stopped and I still was in the cabinet. If I called 911 they might mistake me for murdering him or they might say I’m crazy. So I decided to climb out the cabinet into the basement and what I saw would terrify me to this day. A hatchet was jabbed into him repeatedly and I saw a notebook that said finally revenge. I read a story where a man killed his wife. He always regretted it he said. I then went to the door in the basement and opened it and found a skeleton in a bag outside to my car and drove away. I would always forget that story as I lived in my ordinary new house nothing was odd just normal. But I still had nightmares about that thing about that house. 