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The Forgotten House

A Tale of Terror and Tragedy

By Ahmad BashirPublished about a year ago 3 min read
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The abandoned house had been a source of fear and fascination for the small town for as long as anyone could remember. It sat on the outskirts of town, surrounded by overgrown bushes and trees, and its once-beautiful garden was now a tangled mess of weeds and vines. The roof was caved in, and the paint on the walls was peeling away, revealing the rotting wood underneath. The rumors about its dark history only added to the mystique, and most people avoided it like the plague.

But one group of teenagers dared each other to spend the night inside the house, just for fun. They thought it would be a harmless adventure, something to brag about at school the next day. They didn't believe the stories about the house being haunted, and they were sure that there was nothing to fear.

As they crept through the dark hallways, the creaky floorboards groaning beneath their feet, they began to sense that something was terribly wrong. Strange whispers echoed through the walls, and they felt icy fingers brushing against their skin. They tried to shake it off, blaming their nerves and the lack of sleep, but the feeling of unease only grew stronger.

One of the boys, a cocky jock named Chris, suggested they split up to explore the different rooms. The others hesitated, but he convinced them with his bravado. "Come on, guys, we're not scared of a little old house, are we?" he said, grinning.

They all nodded reluctantly, and split up into pairs. Chris went off on his own, eager to prove himself. As he walked through the musty hallway, he felt a sudden chill in the air. He turned around, but there was no one there. He shrugged it off and continued down the hallway.

Suddenly, he heard a soft voice calling his name. He turned around again, but there was still no one there. The voice grew louder, and he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, but there was no one there. He was alone in the hallway, but he could feel eyes watching him from the shadows.

He tried to find his way back to the others, but the hallway seemed to stretch on forever. The whispers grew louder, and he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. He quickened his pace, but the footsteps only grew louder and closer.

Finally, he saw a door at the end of the hallway. He ran towards it, but just as he was about to reach it, the floor gave way beneath him. He fell through the rotten wood and landed in a dark, damp room.

As he struggled to stand up, he felt something cold and slimy wrap around his ankle. He looked down, and to his horror, he saw a hand emerging from the darkness, pulling him towards the depths below. He screamed and tried to pull away, but it was too strong. He was dragged down into the abyss, his screams echoing through the empty house.

The others heard his screams and ran towards the sound, but by the time they reached the hallway, it was silent. They searched the house, but there was no sign of Chris. They tried to leave, but the doors and windows had all been sealed shut, trapping them inside.

As the first rays of dawn illuminated the horror that had taken place, the townspeople gathered outside the house, but it was too late. The forgotten house had claimed its victims, and the terror it had unleashed would haunt the town for generations to come.

Years later, people would still talk about the forgotten house, and the terrible fate that had befallen the teenagers who dared to enter its walls. No one knew what had really

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About the Creator

Ahmad Bashir

I am a student who loves to write. Trying to show people my writing skills and getting something in return as you know everything costs something.

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