Stories tagged “house”

  • Gates & Shadows

    She stood before the gates, looking up at the aged iron and hesitating to touch them. It was close to eleven o’clock at night, and here she was, standing outside the Diviny manor, cowering like a mouse before its yawning gates. It was safe to say...

  • The Not So Secret Garden

    Elinor felt stupid and scared as she squeezed herself into a narrow passage and walked towards the fresh breeze blowing in her face. She didn’t have the heart to walk into the manor itself through the doors, even though she knew the place had bee...

  • Things Can Always Get Worse

    “Jesus…” Standing before her, tangled in the bushes and whimpering with the efforts of trying to get loose, was Lisha. The dog’s ears were dropped and she did not look happy. Her beige leash was caught on one of the bush’s...

  • The Porter House

    The huge, creaky house, known as the Porter House, had been abandoned and neglected for as long as anyone could remember. It sat nestled in a grove of gnarled trees with wild, seemingly alive vines creeping closer to the foundation in an attempt to rec...

    • Author: Melia
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Home Alone

    I walk through my empty house humming to myself. I head towards my kitchen to grab snack. As I rummage through the cupboards looking for a decent snack that isn’t to fattening, I hear the floor creak. I freeze and look towards the hallway that le...

  • Living Here

    It didn’t seem that big at first. The house grew, seemingly, more dank corners and mossy hallways with every visit. After 5 or 6 half-mile hikes up the overgrown path in a year’s time, Jackson was certain that something was awry. Paint crac...

    • Author: dt
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • No Longer an Isolated Incident

    Still recovering from the shock of having just seen the house expand, Jackson felt a certain urge to tell someone. He wasn’t exactly a friendly person; perhaps this was why he had bought this lonesome property in the first place. Alone in the for...

    • Author: Sam Ervin
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Psyche

    The fire spreads before them, a carpet of flames and heat; her eyes are wide and frightened, his, lazily half-closed in twisted humor. “You maniac!” He smiles.

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Anybody Home?

    I walked into my house and put my stuff down by the stairs. I listened for my mother, but couldn’t hear anything. I took a deep breath, afraid of what awaited me, and called out, “Hello?” There was no answer. I walked into the kitchen...

  • Lurking

    It was then that he heard the voices talking animatedly among themselves. He heard them as soon as he had entered from the rooftop. The window had led to a musty attic, and there had been nothing of interest. Going through another trapdoor, he entered ...

  • Phantom

    There are no memories. Only the wind. Only myself. Even that is gone. I know what things around me are called. The tree is brown, its leaves are green. The sky is blue, clouds are white. The little dots below me are people, and when I move closer to th...

  • Flow

    Some names are more difficult to bring to mind than others. Tiny reminders sent to my train of thought to help me know what’s happening. A person is standing outside, a girl, with light hair and a bright smile. I go straight toward her. She’...

  • Rose Garden

    I know I was wrong, but I felt that I was right. You had told me to walk way, and come home. (A late husband’s voice remains inside my head.) Rose Garden a place of peace. I was only twenty when I had bought the remaining share of Rose Garden, it was...

  • The Little Red House

    Her glasses are tossed into the pile. Belatedly, a small hand slips into hers, frigid and grimy; and she grips it. They are going together.

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Description of the Haunted House

    Steeped in shadow, darkness echoed and folded inside itself until sunlight was absorbed completely, and the trees, large mammoths of green foliage bunched over, bent and stopped, pouring more exhaunerating shadows across the hallows of what used to be ...

    • Author: E. Williams
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • After Hours (II) (Mature)

    We end up in his dazzling apartment, on his bed, completely naked. He kisses me nice and soft, and holds me like I’m a normal girl. So I get on top to show him I’m a woman as far as he knows. I begin to kiss him with no tongue. He, on the o...

    • Author: Mr.Gabriel
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Leaving Stowed Treasures Lie

    A boy awakens. The dust of the attic is peacefully settled about him, and the sun no longer streams through the window. Pale light now sifts through, pitiably diffuse and weak. Worries start to nag at the boy, creeping from the shadows and reeking of a...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • hidden treasure

    “You know,” Zooey said, peeking her head inside the room, “If you’re going to crash at my place when you’re too drunk to come home after whatever it is you do, I’d really appreciate some kind of gratuity present̷...

  • suspicions aroused

    Zooey turned to go, but stopped suddenly, spinning around daintily on her toes. “By the way,” she started with a puzzled expression, “Have you seen any of my coffee mugs? I swear, every time I put one down it disappears into some sort...

  • The Darkness Closes

    We didn’t have much time left. The sun was setting fast. We had gathered as many supplies as we could and jammed as much as we could in every door and window. But we knew we wouldn’t last the night in this cursed place. Already, the nameles...

  • Someone Heard, Someone Noticed

    Nothing else occupied his thoughts. He had to know-had to see if she was okay, if she was alright. After hearing the endless rings followed by her voicemail for the 11th time, he threw on a dark blue hood jacket over his white teeshirt and quietly shut...

  • A Big Blue Stereotype

    At the corner of my street sat a stereotype. A large blue house with a yard full of weeds and unmowed grass. It was littered with old, yellowed baseballs, sun faded frisbees that were once brightly colored, and a football or two that had long since los...

  • 1 Cerulean Hill Road

    Looking up from the bottom of Cerulean Hill, one might have mistaken it for a nice place. The pale blue paint seemed innocent enough. The clean, white picket fence surrounded the yard with the promise of keeping bad guys out. In reality, it was too lat...

  • Hidden in the Sky

    Sydney laid down the paint brush at last and took a few steps back to gaze lovingly up at his work. “Don’t you think it’s a little…” I hesitated, “…dangerous? Cruel even?” Sydney snorted, “They hav...

  • House Guest

    The cloud of smoke thins. For the first time, I see my captor. He is standing across the room, and his features are a blur. The hair is a mucky brown, the skin a pale olive tone: his outfit, an assortment of dark gray. I struggle against the rope that&...

    • Author: itsElisey
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5