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An Old House

a little adventure

By Charlene SinesPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
An Old House
Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash

Further into the woods I walked. Who had lived there? I wondered to myself. Do I go inside to look at what could have been? I hear the creak of the door, ever so slight in a silent day. I begin to notice not a bird sound could I hear. A shudder runs down by back, yet still I persist. Into the entryway, cold and damp with smudgy dirty windows, not being cleaned in decades. I could barely see out of them. There was enough light to make my way towards the living area. An old broken down fireplace was in a corner .I imagined a warm hearth at some time in the past. I was taken back to a time when I could imagine a piano in an open place, maybe people gathered around in joy. I got the distinct feeling of a haunting.Memories lived here as well as ghosts. I suddenly heard a noise beneath. A cellar I imagined as I walked towards a door in the kitchen, a cellar door leading down. My exploring took on an ominous feeling as I opened the door to the cellar. I was met with the smell of must and dirt. The stairs were old and some were missing. I decided against continuing even though I heard yet again another noise far below. I made my way back from the kitchen to a separate room. A bedroom I assumed as I opened the door. Much to my surprise, there was a modern look. A new carpet, lit oil lamps, a large couch. Someone lives here I thought to myself feelings of fright crept up as I ran for the door. I had assumed with the broken down home facing me from the outside view there could not possibly be anyone near. As quietly as I could I left this home far into the woods with no roads to or from. As I stepped out into the sunlight, birds had begun to chirp. I didn't turn around. I kept walking from the way I had came. I thought nothing could possibly be following me as I made my way home. My relief was short lived. I could hear breaking twigs that matched my foot steps. I stopped, tried to breath quietly and listened. I didn't dare even make a sound. Then suddenly I heard a bird chirp that became louder the closer the sound got to me. I quickly found a hiding place, trying to stay calm I hid in a huge root bound tree. I hid between the huge roots and waited. I could hear him mumbling to himself, "I almost had that one," he said as his voice was closer still. I was amazed! He sounded just like a bird. I could hear him breaking through the woods not bothering to be quiet. He walked past my hiding place, much to my relief. He was tall. His hair long and dark. For a moment in the dimming sunlight he looked like a woman in a cape. I had to look twice seeing him. I was lucky he didn't find me. He made his way up a steep bank right above me. I waited, it was beginning to get dark. I knew I could find my way home no matter how late it got. Crickets began to chirp, still I waited. My feeling was so strong that he was near. I began to get sleepy and tried to keep myself awake. Then suddenly he spoke. His voice was a distance away, as he spoke I left me hiding place since he wasn't as close as he had been. "Stay out of my corn field" "Stay far from my home"

"This is my part of woods." I could hear him saying as I hurried back to my own home. I noticed pink and blue twine glowing in the moonlight as if left me to get back safely. Then I heard him one last time, "I marked your trail well so you won't get lost, even I have kindness in my heart." Then it was silence except for my overjoyed feeling of being home.

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About the Creator

Charlene Sines

I love creative writing, poetry Edgar Allan Poe and Keats.Odd combination I know. I have found that my best friend really happens to be my dog. Music is also my best friend.

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