A SCARY NIGHT ( AN INTERESTING HORROR STORY )

It was late at night when I was walking down the street after classes as I had
missed my last bus back home. I had to walk back, as I had no other choice. The
streets can get quite creepy at night, especially when you are on your own.
As I was walking, I saw this very mysterious house. You might wonder why I am
saying this. Let me tell you why. It was brightly lit even though this house has been
vacant for a very long time. I was curious and crept down the concrete path
towards the door. The door creaked and opened on its own as I stood by it. I
peeked in. It looked as if there were a thousand rooms inside. I wanted to see
more. As I stood there and looked, I didn’t know where to start.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I started with the door closest. The hinges
were rusty, and they creaked as I opened it. It was really scary…WAIT!!!, ...was
there someone in there?. I didn’t dare go further. By then, I felt a chill run down
my spine, and felt hands on my shoulder pushing me into the room. I screamed. It
was too late. I fell down and heard the door shut behind me. The room plunged
into darkness and became very quiet except for my heavy breathing. I tried getting
up, but something was holding me down. I cried “help”, but my voice was just not
coming out. I managed to get to my feet, and tried to unlock the door, but to no
avail. There was a presence in the room but no one was there.
I decided to be brave, and said “hello”, hello”??? But all I heard was my echo. I was
trying to unlock the door when suddenly, I heard this loud screeching voice, I
turned… and standing behind me was this dark figure.
It had piercing red eyes that just looked through me…. I screamed and the next
thing I knew, it was so close to my face I could smell its breath. It smelled of raw
meat, and blood. I managed to turn and tried to run, but my feet couldn’t move. I
felt the hands wrap itself around me and it felt so cold….so cold… that I couldn’t
breathe. I started gasping for air and tried to free myself from this thing. I cried out
in pain as its arms squeezed tighter. I felt its hands on my throat, “Oh help”, but my
voice was gone. I was struggling, trying to get away and must have fainted from all
that exhaustion because, next thing I remember, I was waking up and finding
myself back outside the house. I ran all the way home and I don’t know how but, I
got home.
No one would believe me, so this remains with you and me. My warning to you,
watch out for house No.1, on Headless Drive……...