Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26344701-20150425234645

It was a quiet Friday morning in December.I was on the third day of living in my new home which I bought a few days ago.It was an easy move in because of the fact that I didn't own that many things.I guess I don't like spending money unlike most of my friends.I didn't really explore much of the house so I planned to do it at 5:00.First the extra bed rooms,next is the yard,then the attic.I prepared some toast and cream cheese for my breakfast and squeezed some oranges in my mug that I carved Amy on,which was my name.I never really liked the orange juice that was sold at the super markets that much because it never really tasted very orange- like according to my taste.I finished my meal and headed outside and walked towards my friends house.My new house wasn't far actually.

My friend Francis was a quirky fellow...He was quite entertaining to be around with.Francis surprisingly was home.Through the window I could see him trying to find something rushing back and forth around his living room..I thought he was changed to day shift at his job as a guard at a museum,the museum was on the brink of getting closed down because of unpopularity.I wondered if he was sick or...He got fired,that would make sense.

I knocked on his door waiting for a response from the other side.It took a while but he answered and opened the door.My first words were "hey" then I asked why he didn't go to work.He paused then said that he was switched back on night shift because the museum was running out of night security.Half of the past night shift workers had a heart attack and the others mostly quit or was moved to day shift.The museum was most vulnerable for robbery at night. Francis tolerates the night shift and never seems to talk about it.He never wants to talk about the night shift.

I walked in his house...It was a mess."When's the last time you actually tended your house?",I said. "Eh..I don't know.I remember you were like this too." ,Francis replied while shuffling wrappers on the ground with his feet. I smirked from that reference.The old days were the best after all. I quickly noticed that someone was missing in his household,"Hey...Where's your dog?" "At my moms house....Pretty long story why he's with her."

"Typical",I murmured,"Anyways,you need any help Fran?"

He snapped his head back up straight and blurted,"Oh!Look around here for a gold key!" He pointed at the book shelf area located in the living room,next to a chair he always sits on. I found out he lost the lock keys to an important journal he owns.Well it had something to do with his dog as always.

I left his house at 5:00 because of some plans I had to get to know my new home.It seems that the old owner left a few things.I found out previous owner had a collection of taxidermy animals judging by the amount of them stuffed up the attic.Large amount of dust and dead insects piled in random areas of the floor.what interested me the most was the CD box I found up the attic.Each CD was labeled and counting up to 10.I took them all out and carried them to my computer.I blew on them and rubbed off the dust and played them on my computer,all ten of then...CD by CD..

Most of the videos took place in a dim lighted house with a craft table,just standing there.The table has strands of yarn that was cut to about maybe a foot length.I noticed that on most of the videos there was a different amount of yarn strands.The fact makes me have a strong feeling of curiosity but at the same time I had a chill down my spine.First had 2 strings,second had 5 strings,3 strings on the third,and the fourth one had 7.The rest were none.

I thought for a moment...

I remembered that in my childhood,me and my friends used to walk on a trail in the woods.We always went up to an old,seem to be abandoned house that had the number combination 2537 painted on the front door with green paint.I never went in the house because we where to scared to go in.Me and my now past friends used to just peer in the windows but too afraid to go in.I chucked and rolled my eyes.

But I dismissed it as a coincidence.I thought it was unlikely a person would do something like...Make 10 videos in such a way.Why would someone do that anyways?Someone ever doing such complicated things that barely anyone would get seems so pointless to me.Unless that person was crazy of course.But the thought of it connecting to the house didn't go away in my mind.It stayed there,trying to convince me to think it as true.I couldn't help myself,the videos where so weird to my view that I wanted to know more about it.

I decided to hop in my car and drive to the woods that was in memory's of my childhood.I still knew where it was located in.I drove to my old neighborhood and parked my car next to the curb of a sidewalk which was close to the woods.I couldn't park directly next to the woods because it was strangely never allowed.

I started to walk into the woods,following that dirt trail...

Finally reached the abandoned house.Just as I remembered it as,having 2537 painted across the front door.I grabbed the knob and the door opened.I went a little tense... It was dark inside so I pulled out my phone and I turned up the brightness.

I searched and dug around the house like a desperate mouse looking for food.But at last I found something....And it kinda creeped me out.

I found the same craft table that was right in the video.

I just stood there staring.I noticed myself shaking and getting extremely tense.I started regretting that I went here alone.I should have dragged Francis with me.I swirled around my head and looked directly to a basket,full of part of such as buttons,faux hair,and glass eyes.That would have partially explained "Doll.0136".Who ever lived in this house must have made dolls I guess.I searched the area more and more until I found a doll head covered in a piece of cloth.It had beautiful,rich green eyes and red lips that stand out against the pale porcelain skin of the doll.Its brown hair was neat.It wasn't matted or dirty.It looked new,brand new.I don't know why but I couldn't help myself but to take the doll head.That desire was strange to me because I have an extreme fear of dolls and would avoid them at most cost.But this time it was different.It is as if something was dragging and controlling my physical body and mind to take it.

So i wrapped it with the cloth which wrapped it previously and headed out of the house into my car.I drove back to my house and went in.My mind was swirling with questions and confusion in the car.

Cradling the doll head,I sat on a chair and unwrapped the doll heads cloth.I stared at it blankly for a few minutes.What attracted me the most was those green glass eyes.It was a fact that I was always finding myself distracted by shinny or glass like objects so it wasn't a surprise.I still wondered why I took it,I should have been startled...I wasn't this time...I was not scared.Of course I could have gotten over it but...I was just plain surprised.

After a minute or so I got a feeling of guilt.Whoever made this doll or bought this is probably their owner and I took it.I never was that "finders keepers losers weepers" kind of person,even if I don't know who owned it or if there was no owner.I always feel really guilty for taking something that isn't mine. So I drove back to the house I got the doll from and quietly crept in,slowly opening the door.A creaking sound came from the old door.I looked around and placed the doll on the crafting table.I was a curious girl so I couldn't help but explore the 2537 house.I walked back and forth from the second floor to the first kicking the dust of the wooden floor of this old little house.I turned my head and I noticed...Something that I didn't notice before.

It was another door that written 2537 right on the middle one of the doors in the first floor.Curiosity took over me.I twisted the knob and opened the door.The creaking of the door made me cringe.The room had a few chairs and a tv in the middle.I entered and walked around;inspecting the room very carefully for any clues.They're none at all,well at least in my perspective.So I turned around and walked out.I banged my head a ornament hanged on the ceiling by accident.Clumsy me...I sighed and continued walking.While I was walking out I sensed a strange smell coming from behind.I coughed and wheezed because of the thick stench.I ran out of the house because of the unbearable smell that was similar to rotten meat.My mouth sucked in fresh air from outside.While looking back from my shoulders,I felt a pulsing headache after.

I gasped and yelled in pain.A wave of confusion rushed at me.Something was definitely not right and I know,when something is not right!I felt sick to the bone.I suddenly had pain and cramping in my abdominal area and on my limps.The pain was so horrible I automatically collapsed onto the cold wooden floor.The vision blurred and the most frightening part was the tall masculine figure standing over my head.The figure stomped on my skull and everything went to black.

My vision went back on but all I could see was a dark void with cloud like material containing a faint glow.It all seemed like a dream.I flared my arms in panic and blinked rapidly.My arms hit something like an object.It was a flashlight.I quickly grabbed it and located the on switch.I squinted from the bright light of the flashlight.Good,it was working.After that an emotion of sadness and fear came over me.I found myself sobbing.Tears roll down my cheeks.It has been years since I actually cried.I couldn't believe this was happening.How could this happen!And how did I even get here?!I pounded the black dirt floor in rage while lightly crying continually until my knuckles bruise.I calmed down a little so I stood up back again tearfully and picked up the flashlight.And looked around.I checked my pockets if I still have my phone.My phone I gone....I picked up some courage and walked around the void like setting.My mind now has a strong desire.And that desire is to go home 