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She didn't know what to do.
Someone was in the house and they weren't leaving. She held the flashlight by her head, watching the light on the wall. It jerked frantically, because of her shaking hand.
Laura was crouch in the corner of the large bed room. She had bought the house four months ago, here on Eastboard Street. She had never been able to shake the feeling that something about it was wrong. As though it possessed something that scared her.
Laura had heard the town's stories about the large victorian house. They said that it was haunted, that something or someone had run every resident before from the house's doors screaming. Mrs. Grinmire, from the small convienant store down on Mandro's Corner, had said that her granddaughter lived in the house for five weeks before she moved out. The girl had claimed that a man lived in the walls.
Laura hadn't believed a single word of the town's gossip. Until now.
She had awaken from her deep sleep only twenty minutes ago by a loud noise outside her bedroom door. The moment she had heard the sound, she had reached in the drawer of the small oak end table by her bed. She had pulled out the 9mm. she kept in case of intruders. But Laura couldn't shake Mrs. Grinmire's story. What if it wasn't an intruder after all? What if this person did in fact inhabit Laura's walls. She shuddered.
She stood slowly, listening to the continuous scraping sound coming from outside the massive bedroom door. Laura fought the urge to wipe her brow, and instead felt the sting of sweat in her hazel eyes. The eyes that were focused on the door, waiting for something, anything to happen.
She waited a moment longer, and decided she would say something. Maby whoever this person was would be willing to talk. Talk about what? How he would kill her? Laura tightened her grip on the flashlight. She was getting way ahead of herself. What if no one was even there?
Laura's hopes were crushed when the sound halted, and changed to a slow knock, this time directly at her bedroom door. She raised the gun in antisipation. She had never hurt anyone, but she would in order to save herself.
"What do you want?", she called into the cold room.
There came no reply.
Laura sobbed loudly, trying to control herself for whatever might take place next.
"Please!", she took a breath, "please don't hurt me!"
The knocking stopped. Suddenly, there was an intense sound all around her. It was a thrashing, beating noise. She covered her ears, and screamed.
This too also stopped.
"Laura? Don't you want to play with me?"
It was an odd voice, that couldn't be decoded as male or female, but sounded rough from hours of screaming.
Laura had heard the question and lifted her eyes to the wall where the sound had originated.
"Oh god,please" she shuddered in fear.
"Laura, don't you want to see me? Don't you want to touch me? Laura?" the voice sounded like it were coming from something that was not human. Something that had inhabited the walls of the house on Eastboard Street for a very long time.
Laura only stared at the wall, waiting for it to go away. Knowing that it wouldn't.
She pointed the gun at the area where the voice was coming from. A small picture of a cottage was placed neatly on the wall, in the exact place. Laura looked at the picture, into the picture. She felt like it was calling her.
The picture began to shake, to tear. It fell from the wall, and Laura never took her eyes off of it. Once it had hit the floor she looked back to the wall. There, where the picture had been hanging was a hole.
"Laura, come on don't you want to join me? Come on Laura!" it screamed.
Laura watched as a pair of eyes opened in the small space. The eyes glowed a crimson red. As red as death. Laura screamed and fired the gun.
She fell to the floor, convulsing.
Thirty minutes later the police arrived at 312 Eastboard Street, after the next door neighbor called 911. His wife had been hit by the bullet that Laura had fired.
The sherrif asked Laura what had happened, and had frowned at her answer.
"There was a man or something in the walls! I swear! He...He asked me to play with him!" she was still in tears.
HE had the story many times, but never had someone ended up injured because of the absurd stories about the old house.
"Load her up!" the sheriff called and walked over to his patrol car. He watched as the EMTs strapped Laura to a streacher, and put her in the ambulance.
"Hey!" he heard, and turned to see a middle aged man standing by the car door.
"Yeah?" the sheriff asked.
"Where they taking her?" the man asked.
"To the looney bin I guess. If she doesn't change her story."
"Oh. Another one of those, huh?" the man smiled, and shook his head. "Well, I'll be seein' you officer. The man turned and walked toward the street. He couldn't help but smile at what he had done. Once again.
His eyes glowed red. Crimson red. As red as death...

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The following comments are for "As red as death"
by insanewriter2000

A pretty good read overall. I would suggest saying something more about the middle-aged man that instigated the entire situation, perhaps tell us more about him. Just make his purpose a little more clear. In order to pass off an overly used concept such as a haunted house, you really have to give it a little more, in my opinion.

( Posted by: Safari Invasion [Member] On: March 26, 2004 )

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