The Shadows

The house

" I shouldn't have let Tom bring me to this old mansion. It's falling apart as it is," I mutter under my breath. We had gotten separated earlier in the night and my flashlight is not working, which is great. I can't see anything. It's like I'm blind walking through a dark void and I'm alone which isn't the best circumstances.

 A cold breeze sweeps through the air, causing my long auburn hair to tangle and curl over my face. My teeth are chattering and goosebumps cover my arms and legs. It is an unusually cold summers night and I had hardly dressed properly, a dress and jacket was hardly the best outfit idea.

"TOM! TOM!" I yell again at the top of my lungs. It has been twenty minutes since the separation.

Feeling a weird sensation on the back of my neck, I turn around, hearing a shuffling sound echoing around this empty shell of a house. "Is there anyone there?," I stutter nervously.

"Yes and I vant to suck your blood," a raspy voice answers.

"Tom, you're such a dumbass, come here," I say, remnants of fear flushing out of my system.

 "Sorry Emily, I must've gotten ahead of myself and also I didn't have the flashlight, you did," Tom answers, whilst walking over to me.

"Well let's get out of here, I'm getting weird vibes," I answer.Yeah almost like despair is all around us. I think to myself. But no, he won't want to leave, he's weird like that, but I can't just abandon him we have been best friends since kindergarten . "Emily I just want to check upstairs first and then I promise I'll go with you, pretty please."

"Fine but then we leave," I answer. I knew it. I take Tom's hand and we start upstairs, tripping, a blanket of darkness clouding our vision.

"Wait," Tom says as we reach the top of the landing. "I forgot, I put a spare flashlight in my pocket before I left, just in case." He finds it and clicks it on. As light cuts through the night I feel a sense of relief and ruffle his dark hair.

"This place is so weird," he muttered under his breath. I look to where he is pointing and jump back, nearly falling down the rotting oak stairs.

 Old portraits. Old portraits up and down the walls of people that all look alike. Just something wasn't right, in every one of the paintings the faces look like they were in despair. Pinched cheeks, pained expressions and they all are pale with hair the colour of the deepest darkest part of the night. 

Something disturbing is that there is a little girl in the back of every painting and as the paintings progress she starts to look worried, then scared, then anguished and.... dead!? Blood is soaking her white dress and all of the people in the paintings are around her in a circle around her body and they are all in hooded robes?!