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You never went to the bathroom, during class that is, it was creepy with no one else in there, not to mention some morons would turn the lights off and there wasn’t much you could do when that happens. But today was an emergency. Hurrying down the hallway you could hear the echo of your shoes on the tiled floor. Turning the corner you headed towards the stairs but stopped as you did, there was a key on the third step down with a little note attached, on a small piece of red string. Looking around you saw that no one could have dropped it recently, you glanced around one last time but seeing no one you let out an angry hum, this key might be a house key that someone needed and you really should turn it in. Sighing you pick up the key and practically ran towards the office, handing it to the secretary with a quick summary of all the events leading up to your key related discovery. You turned on your heel to hurry towards the bathroom but the secretary called you back telling you that this key was in fact yours. This was ridiculous as you had, obviously, never seen that key before. Taking the key from the outstretched hand you read the note a confused and angry look entering your face
“Your House” This key was getting on your nerves. “How would you think this belonged to me?” She made a motion for you to turn the card over, feeling stupid and a bit mean you did as you where told. Just as she said, your name, was right there, in clear red ink. This was getting more weird and less annoying, was this a coinincidence, did someone else have the same name as you? No…no probably not, especially with a last name like that. You get curious, an odd key and a red string both promise interesting surprises and even more interesting secrets. Deciding to pass the house on your way home you slip the small object into your pocket.
There was no denying it was a very unique house, Wooden and with as many broken windows as whole ones stared at you. The whole “Seeing-it-on-the-way-home” plan didn’t pan out as it was a ways away from, well, anywhere.But being the rebellious rebel you really aren’t. You grabbed a flashlight and a backpack and went to see if it was inhabited or not, which apparently it wasn’t. This seems to have been a bad idea but you’re here and it’s a mystery. When you finally reach the front door tripping over roots as old as your grandfather you reach the unsurprisingly locked door where the red-string key had its purpose fulfilled. The door creaked open and you shudder hoping that there were no bats here, you really hate bats. The ceiling though is covered in a weird red fuzz, you know that its interesting enough to check out, so you grab the nearest stick and poke, but a loud noise stops you in your tracks because the fuzz has stretched enough for you to see inside and what you see makes you fall back with a grunt which was drowned out by the clanging of a piano breaking through the floor on its way to the basement to wake the dead. Laughing at your near-death experience, you look down the hole and gasp this house is a lot bigger on the inside than anyone would have originally thought. You sit back on your heels weighing your options when a loud banging sounds from behind you and to your left startling you. Looking to where both noises came from you see nothing but assume it was the house shifting after the piano fell. As the shock wears off you realize your flashlight is balanced on the edge of the cliff the piano left behind, you also notice the rat who has taken an interest in your flashlight. Oh crap you really need that flashlight or you’ll have to go home and this rat is not worth going home over! So you slowly look around seeing a small rock on the floor, you feel bad about this but it’s necessary, you pelt that poor rat in the stomach with the pebble and it screeches and scrambles away but kicks your flashlight in the process It tilts into the hole and you jump after it without thinking and fall into the depths of the house landing with a soft thump a few feet away from the wreckage of the piano which is not so sadly in pieces. You pick yourself up off the carpet of fuzz but as you touch it you realize that the area you’re in is brightly lit but alarmingly you’re surrounded by people in long black cloaks and skeleton masks painted different colors.
“I’m so sorry! I had this key and the piano!” but they don’t respond you grow brave and move towards one and tap its mask, it’s a good thing these aren’t people because they probably wouldn’t have appreciated the piano you dropped on them. You move towards the darker hallway, but glance back at the blue skeleton mask and take it, along with the cloak and put both in your backpack you had all but forgotten. In the hallway which was the only way out of the bare but brightly lit room there where several doors and an old elevator in the back which you hardly noticed it was so covered in dust and cobwebs. You disregarded this and went into the first door on your right and screamed because a skeleton dummy fell from the ceiling and landed neatly in front of you with a soft thump after getting over your near heart attack you saw a note on the face of the dummy. It read “The elevator at the end of the hall is usable and will take you out of here but all the power in this house is being used for that room that was light up you’ll have to find the power room and redirect it to get out of here but when you do wait for me because I want out too.” You shiver who is here with you? If they know how to leave why haven’t they left before? You’re glad for the help but they could have just left the note instead of dropping a mannequin on you! It’s not very welcoming to say the least. You leave the room and gasp because all of the doors including the one you just came out of have vanished like they were wiped away with a cloth. You nearly cry you just want to leave but you calm yourself thinking everything over. The doors may be gone but the rooms might still be there, you turn around and gently tap on the wall behind you and hear a hollow dink dink dink . Smiling you look around the hallway nothing you could really break a wall down with but like a wave you remember how the piano came out of the red fuzz when you first entered the house. Running back you grab a stick from the piano debris and start attacking the piles of fuzz until you have a nice collection of stuff. Keys, playing cards, matches, and a sledge hammer you can barley lift it but you manage and lug it down the hall and smash open all the doorways with frequent breaks. You toss the sledge hammer away and start cursing violently all but one room is bricked up. Entering the room you find it’s a library not even close to a power room you nearly cry for the second time that night. You walk through the shelves and notice a book covered in red strings like from your key. Brushing off the strings you pick up the book but the book can’t go very high because its stuck to the bookshelf with a liquid and also sticky version of the string you drop the book and look down at the strings and let out a tiny yell these strings are exactly like yours down to the oddly frayed edge and same feel. Slowly you walk back to the brightly light room and grab a key from the pile of ones you found, as you took it out of the pile a card popped out and you turned it over and looked at the card on the next key and the next and the next, all of them had names of kids from your school. You dropped them and walked back a few steps trying to keep the panic in check. You need to destroy these no one should come here it’s dangerous with falling pianos and mannequins. You go back for the sledge hammer and upon your return there isn’t a change with the keys, you lift up the hammer but stop as the fuzz melts and reforms into more keys. You cry out this was just too weird, you’d have to destroy the fuzz before the keys it seemed and your eyes fell onto the matches. It started easily and burned quickly as you sat next to it and looked at the hallway, wondering what you’d do without being able to find the power room. Your eyes fell on the gaping hole of the Library and you jerk and run towards it, the wallpaper of the rooms on either side covered most of it but you can see the brick colored ring going around the doorway, you smile and grab your hammer getting to work as quickly as possible. It took a while but you found the power room it was a simple matter to redirect the power and when you pressed the button a small ding! Sounded and you ran into the hallway and towards the elevator but paused, you had to wait for the letter-giver as you had nicknamed them in your head.
“Hey! I got the elevator! Let’s go!”
“Yes, I know”
“Why aren’t you coming out of the dark?”
“I’ve been here a long time…perhaps too long I am unsightly” You take out the costume from your backpack and slide it across to the voice and wait as the sounds of them dressing float between you. The elevator dings again as the doors slide open to reveal a nice interior but the Letter-Giver grabs your arm “Give me the matches! I can burn this whole place down right now and the floors above would burn with the basement! The moss here will work as an accelerant, I cont live here anymore and I won’t be able to adjust to life out there..” they trail off and you press the matches into her hands.
Later a safe distance away you watch as the house collapses in on itself and sigh in relief.
“Tomorrow on the news they’ll be looking for an arsonist. I swear”
Thanks for reading the whole thing!
It is a bit compressed as this was originally for a writing contest at my high school!
which had a limit of five pages.....
It took up ten in my notebook and three on word!
anyway thanks again for reading and leave any thoughts in the comments below!!
“Your House” This key was getting on your nerves. “How would you think this belonged to me?” She made a motion for you to turn the card over, feeling stupid and a bit mean you did as you where told. Just as she said, your name, was right there, in clear red ink. This was getting more weird and less annoying, was this a coinincidence, did someone else have the same name as you? No…no probably not, especially with a last name like that. You get curious, an odd key and a red string both promise interesting surprises and even more interesting secrets. Deciding to pass the house on your way home you slip the small object into your pocket.
There was no denying it was a very unique house, Wooden and with as many broken windows as whole ones stared at you. The whole “Seeing-it-on-the-way-home” plan didn’t pan out as it was a ways away from, well, anywhere.But being the rebellious rebel you really aren’t. You grabbed a flashlight and a backpack and went to see if it was inhabited or not, which apparently it wasn’t. This seems to have been a bad idea but you’re here and it’s a mystery. When you finally reach the front door tripping over roots as old as your grandfather you reach the unsurprisingly locked door where the red-string key had its purpose fulfilled. The door creaked open and you shudder hoping that there were no bats here, you really hate bats. The ceiling though is covered in a weird red fuzz, you know that its interesting enough to check out, so you grab the nearest stick and poke, but a loud noise stops you in your tracks because the fuzz has stretched enough for you to see inside and what you see makes you fall back with a grunt which was drowned out by the clanging of a piano breaking through the floor on its way to the basement to wake the dead. Laughing at your near-death experience, you look down the hole and gasp this house is a lot bigger on the inside than anyone would have originally thought. You sit back on your heels weighing your options when a loud banging sounds from behind you and to your left startling you. Looking to where both noises came from you see nothing but assume it was the house shifting after the piano fell. As the shock wears off you realize your flashlight is balanced on the edge of the cliff the piano left behind, you also notice the rat who has taken an interest in your flashlight. Oh crap you really need that flashlight or you’ll have to go home and this rat is not worth going home over! So you slowly look around seeing a small rock on the floor, you feel bad about this but it’s necessary, you pelt that poor rat in the stomach with the pebble and it screeches and scrambles away but kicks your flashlight in the process It tilts into the hole and you jump after it without thinking and fall into the depths of the house landing with a soft thump a few feet away from the wreckage of the piano which is not so sadly in pieces. You pick yourself up off the carpet of fuzz but as you touch it you realize that the area you’re in is brightly lit but alarmingly you’re surrounded by people in long black cloaks and skeleton masks painted different colors.
“I’m so sorry! I had this key and the piano!” but they don’t respond you grow brave and move towards one and tap its mask, it’s a good thing these aren’t people because they probably wouldn’t have appreciated the piano you dropped on them. You move towards the darker hallway, but glance back at the blue skeleton mask and take it, along with the cloak and put both in your backpack you had all but forgotten. In the hallway which was the only way out of the bare but brightly lit room there where several doors and an old elevator in the back which you hardly noticed it was so covered in dust and cobwebs. You disregarded this and went into the first door on your right and screamed because a skeleton dummy fell from the ceiling and landed neatly in front of you with a soft thump after getting over your near heart attack you saw a note on the face of the dummy. It read “The elevator at the end of the hall is usable and will take you out of here but all the power in this house is being used for that room that was light up you’ll have to find the power room and redirect it to get out of here but when you do wait for me because I want out too.” You shiver who is here with you? If they know how to leave why haven’t they left before? You’re glad for the help but they could have just left the note instead of dropping a mannequin on you! It’s not very welcoming to say the least. You leave the room and gasp because all of the doors including the one you just came out of have vanished like they were wiped away with a cloth. You nearly cry you just want to leave but you calm yourself thinking everything over. The doors may be gone but the rooms might still be there, you turn around and gently tap on the wall behind you and hear a hollow dink dink dink . Smiling you look around the hallway nothing you could really break a wall down with but like a wave you remember how the piano came out of the red fuzz when you first entered the house. Running back you grab a stick from the piano debris and start attacking the piles of fuzz until you have a nice collection of stuff. Keys, playing cards, matches, and a sledge hammer you can barley lift it but you manage and lug it down the hall and smash open all the doorways with frequent breaks. You toss the sledge hammer away and start cursing violently all but one room is bricked up. Entering the room you find it’s a library not even close to a power room you nearly cry for the second time that night. You walk through the shelves and notice a book covered in red strings like from your key. Brushing off the strings you pick up the book but the book can’t go very high because its stuck to the bookshelf with a liquid and also sticky version of the string you drop the book and look down at the strings and let out a tiny yell these strings are exactly like yours down to the oddly frayed edge and same feel. Slowly you walk back to the brightly light room and grab a key from the pile of ones you found, as you took it out of the pile a card popped out and you turned it over and looked at the card on the next key and the next and the next, all of them had names of kids from your school. You dropped them and walked back a few steps trying to keep the panic in check. You need to destroy these no one should come here it’s dangerous with falling pianos and mannequins. You go back for the sledge hammer and upon your return there isn’t a change with the keys, you lift up the hammer but stop as the fuzz melts and reforms into more keys. You cry out this was just too weird, you’d have to destroy the fuzz before the keys it seemed and your eyes fell onto the matches. It started easily and burned quickly as you sat next to it and looked at the hallway, wondering what you’d do without being able to find the power room. Your eyes fell on the gaping hole of the Library and you jerk and run towards it, the wallpaper of the rooms on either side covered most of it but you can see the brick colored ring going around the doorway, you smile and grab your hammer getting to work as quickly as possible. It took a while but you found the power room it was a simple matter to redirect the power and when you pressed the button a small ding! Sounded and you ran into the hallway and towards the elevator but paused, you had to wait for the letter-giver as you had nicknamed them in your head.
“Hey! I got the elevator! Let’s go!”
“Yes, I know”
“Why aren’t you coming out of the dark?”
“I’ve been here a long time…perhaps too long I am unsightly” You take out the costume from your backpack and slide it across to the voice and wait as the sounds of them dressing float between you. The elevator dings again as the doors slide open to reveal a nice interior but the Letter-Giver grabs your arm “Give me the matches! I can burn this whole place down right now and the floors above would burn with the basement! The moss here will work as an accelerant, I cont live here anymore and I won’t be able to adjust to life out there..” they trail off and you press the matches into her hands.
Later a safe distance away you watch as the house collapses in on itself and sigh in relief.
“Tomorrow on the news they’ll be looking for an arsonist. I swear”
Thanks for reading the whole thing!
It is a bit compressed as this was originally for a writing contest at my high school!
which had a limit of five pages.....
It took up ten in my notebook and three on word!
anyway thanks again for reading and leave any thoughts in the comments below!!
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