Each Tuesday (unless i forget), I will be sharing a short story, over several parts. When one ends, I will begin another the following week. I hope you enjoy! 🙂
I couldn’t recollect the last time I felt this imminent doom in my bones. I felt myself start to shiver and tried to brush it off to nerves. But it was incredibly cold where I stood. I walked toward a wall, and discovered a window, that had been boarded up. Perhaps there was a draft coming in from the cracks in the wood. Of course, that must be it. But why were the windows shuttered this way?
As I pondered over this, I felt another presence in the room with me. I turned and saw the elderly gent, who had let me in, standing there with an evil grin, and holding what appeared to be a cordless phone, in his hand. He cleared his throat, and in a graveled pitch, proceeded to tell me the storm had knocked out the service and there was no way to make a call. I should kick myself for allowing my cell phone to die. Stupid games I play, I now got myself caught up in one, that wasn’t a game at all.
Asking if it was okay for me to ride out the storm in the house, the old man laughed, saying something along the lines of “suit yourself”, and then disappeared yet again! Damn! I forgot to ask for a candle and a blanket. I suppose he’d sneer at me even more for requesting these things. I fumbled my way around the room, hoping to find something that would shed light on this space, I was entrapped in.
I was moving slowly when I bumped into something that felt odd. I reached out again, and felt the warmth coming off whatever it was I had found. Trying hard to see what it was, I widened my eyes, and let out a blood curdling scream…
To be continued…
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