As the four soaked teenagers marched up Ashley Hill Crescent the rain started falling so fast it felt like birds were pecking at the groups shoulders. So up they ran as fast as they could, the noise of squeaking tarmac under their shoes weakened as they approached the old house. Mixtures of gravel, twigs and leaves swept across the drive of the House and then lead the drowned group up the drive to the front door.
“Right then buddies whose gonna be the brave one to take the first step inside?” David was starting to look a bit, how shall I put it? Scared!
“Come on then Alex it was your idea so you can take us through this as a sort of team captain!” Jamie didn’t want to be seen as the brave one anymore so decided to put up Alex in case the others told him to do it.
Guy Sweetman
The House On The Hill
Alex took up this offer and slowly approached the door. It was a big door, wooden with a huge doorknocker that could be a lions choler. As Alex lifted the knocker it squeaked as if it was in pain, at the same time fragments of rust fell off leaving the underside of the knocker a dark black colour. The door swung open inviting the teenagers into the house.
“Not even locked, this place is looking for trouble.” Richard mumbled to himself to release the pressure building up inside him.
The group walked into the hallway, it was very dark but at the top of the staircase a small light glimmered around the corner giving off a pale view of the surroundings.
“What’s that” Guy saw a shadow float past the light source.
“What was what?” The four boys all asked at the precise same time and as doing this something strange and unordinary happened. With a flash of pure white light the whole room lit up but only for a second or two. Next the small glimmer of light totally faded.
“What on Earth was that?” This was probably what all five were thinking but Alex was the only one at the time who could speak!
“Lightening, that’s the only possible and sensible explanation, yeah that’s right it was lightening.” Unsure of what he was saying David managed to speak his thoughts and I suppose it was quite a good guess but on the other hand lightening doesn’t appear inside a house!
“Has anyone got a small torch or a match? Since we’re in total blackness now I think it might be a good idea.” Richard managed to croak out few more words in an even more shaken manor.
As usual Jamie, the so-called hero of the group, somehow managed to find a box of matches before they entered the house.
“They were just sitting there as if they wanted me to pick them up.” Jamie explained in great detail his story of the matchbox. Everyone was really impressed but when he opened he box the glowing faces and bright eyes faded away.
“Its not my fault there aren’t any matches, I mean its not as if I bought them is it.” So the Hero has let he group down tremendously but since it was Halloween anything could happen, good or bad.
“Wait a sec I got this little key-ring torch that I got out of a cracker last year.” Guy managed to get the group into the kitchen of the house by following his thin thread of light down the hallway.
The kitchen was very warm, it felt like the oven had been on and a musty sent drifted overhead like a cloud floating by. The five then had another problem occur, the torch died out!
“Oh great, this is just marvellous, absolutely …..” Well we won’t repeat what Alex said after this point since this is a U rated story.
Guy Sweetman
The House On The Hill
Imagine what is running through these kids heads. They are in a haunted house with no light and a few strange things keep occurring. Suddenly the whole house lights up as bright as the sun. Everything was visible for the first time and it was beautiful. The walls were painted a deep red colour and the carpet was patterned in rich colours with a bouncy feel to it. Hanging over the kitchen table was a golden chandelier with diamonds hanging off of it, they sparkled even though the whole house was full of cobwebs and dust.
“Sorry guys, I flicked a switch on the wall by accident but I suppose it was a good accident!” So Jamie now has his heroic big head on again but only he really knows that he touched absolutely nothing.
“Where is this switch then Jamie?” Guy and David were both a bit suspicious of Jamie because they have the sense to know that the electricity supply in the house would have been cut off since nobody was living there.
“Why do you want to know it’s only a switch?” Jamie was now starting to sweat, as the sweat dripped down the side of his face it glistened like sharp cut diamonds.
“I want to know because there’s a police car driving up the road and if they see the lights on we’ll get done for trespassing!” The whole team suddenly went quite and glared at Jamie like a python eyeing up its prey.
“Ok I admit I didn’t turn the lights on, I don’t know who did or where the switch is”
The gang are now starting to panic like fish out of water and the police car was getting closer.
“Come on don’t just stand around, look for the flipping switch!” Richard has turned from the quite little mouse to a raging lion shouting at all of his friends.
It was too late though, the front door slowly creaked open only this time it sounded twice as load as the first.
“Hello, is anyone in here?” The police were in the house. One was short and tubby with the face features of a baby pig and the other was tall, skinny and very load. The gang all frantically rushed around to find a hiding space. The kitchen door opened, suddenly a deafening roar swept through the house and the lights went out again.
“Right then Jim I think we better go.”
“Great idea lets get out of here.” The two coppers were terrified as well as the teenagers and scrambled out of the house like a couple of geese. Once again, they were in darkness.
“How close was that I warned you about this didn’t I!” Everybody new exactly what David would be doing now, a huge smirk on his face and his eyebrows trying to take off of his forehead.
“Never mind David you’re the one who got everyone in this place, five years ago you had this reality in a dream but can the ending be changed?” A load, confident yet spooky voice spread over the gang like a mist forming on a road.
“Who the hell is this and I can’t remember any of my dreams especially not from five years ago!” David started to sound worried, spoke much faster and sharper.
The gang decided to get out of the house in case something happened serious. As they felt their way down the hall way they discovered that they must have gone the wrong way since there was no door or window.
Guy Sweetman
The House On The Hill
Meanwhile upstairs upstairs in a small candlelit room Richard’s little brother and one of his friends were spying on them. Little did the gang know that they were being fooled by a couple of ten year olds. They had gone the right way its just that they could not see the window because of a thick dark mist outside and they didn’t even try to feel for the door.
“I’ve got an idea I’ll phone my brother on his mobile and get him to pick us up in his car.” Alex had finally got a sensible idea. Once Alex had found his phone, he called his brother and told him the whole story. This was probably very embarrassing for the group, when their parents found out they were grounded for a month just as David had predicted. We are forgetting something though, Richard’s brother and his friend were still in the house.
“I don’t understand we hadn’t even done anything to scare them yet?” Richards’s brother Mike was astonished that the teenagers ran off because of a few squeaks in the floorboards.
“Oh, but I understand you see, your brothers friend David had a dream five years ago about this night but he was to ashamed to admit it so he’s going to let his dream become reality!” The same voice that the teenagers heard swept across the house as if it was being amplified. The two boys were terrified.
Suddenly a strange figure appeared in front of the boys. It was a tall man, he was wearing ripped clothes with blood stains all over them, his shoes had been removed to show on his feet two marks, it looked like nails had been hammered through his feet and left to go rusty, the arms and legs that he dragged around where black and blue with bruising and his smile was horrific.
“Your brother and his friend David murdered me in their past life and I will not rest until I have my revenge.” The ghastly figure gargled flem in his throat like it was mouthwash.
Two years later
The two ten year olds were never seen again but everybody in Nettle Town still remembers the shriek that echoed through the town on that fateful Halloween night.
Guy Sweetman
