Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

A old rugged big white house. 
I can feel chills all over my body just looking at it. 
Why is it pulling my towards it? Why?
I walk toward the door and push it open it creaks. Peaking in its so dark. Everything is so old and dusty. How could anyone live like this?
Suddenly a little boy appears at the bottom of the stairs. He is in old torn, dirty cloths. He appears to be grey looking. I know he wants me to follow him. 
I walk up the steps behind him. The step are very thin. I fear I may fall. Then once we reach the door the boy vanishes and the door opens. 
Behind the door there is a lady sitting at a desk. She is dressed in Victorian style. Everything in the room is grey including her except for the book she is writing in. The book she is writing in is red. 
She looks up at me and tells me the book is her diary and she wants me to read her life story. I am very scared. What should I do? She closes the red book picks it up with her feeble hands and hands it to me. I take it in my hands and as I open it up I raise up in my bed awakened by a startle. I never knew what the women wanted me to know about her life.