Nightmare House Part I

It was a dark and stormy night. Steve had just came in from having tied down anything that could possibly blow away in the wind outside. Cold seeping into his bones, he decided to go sit by the fireplace to warm up. He closed the door to the large living room of the large house he had just purchased. His wife and daughter were back at the old home, gathering some of the last items to be moved to their new home. Steve decided to stay the night by himself to get a feel for the house. The house was probably too large for such a small family, but Steve couldn't pass up the good buy he got on it. An old antique house, incredibly large, in a quiet secluded area, for such a small price. Steve couldn't still believe how lucky he was.



The television was one of the items his wife was bringing the next day, so he decided to read a book to pass the time. He sipped at his hot coffee, while being warmed by the crackling fireplace. Steve couldn't help but to look forward to many more nights like this, all snug up in front of the grand fireplace, on the cold winter nights that would eventually come. He had just started to get into his book when he heard a tapping sound from the upper floor. Steve brushed it off quickly.



"Old houses like this always makes a sound like that in the movies even though I'm sure it had enough time to settle".



He had to chuckle over his corny joke. He went back to his book, but the sound started again, it seemed to be moving across the rooms upstairs.



"Perhaps mice", thought Steve, "I should really look into that tomorrow morning, the wife would not be pleased to find mice in their new home. Tomorrow though, no use chasing mice in the dark."



Then Steve heard sounded like the door opening upstairs. The room was starting to feel a bit less cozy. He tried to pass it off as his imagination running wild, and tried to immerse himself in his book. It did no good, because this time, the sounds didn't go away. The tapping footsteps...started to sound like they were coming down the stairs, down the stairs that led to the living room's door.



Thump, thump, thump, louder and louder, as it went down.Steve have to put the book down now, and was staring at the door with great intensity. What if it's a robber, he thought, or worse... no, he must not let his imagination go wild. He stared at the great door, and heard the footsteps keep thumping, finally coming off the stairs, and towards the door.



Thump, thump, thump...the fireplace went suddenly out. The door handle started to turn, Steve was too frightened to get up to stop it, stuck in his place by fear. Slowly, it creaked open, until it was finally completely open to Steve. A great blinding light filled the room from the door, a blind curdling scream arose from Steve...