Short Scary Stories

Death

"Death Row"

Every town has it's own tales told to children so they'd behave good, or don't do anything stupid.

Well my town had one called hollow vill. It was basically a tale that there used to be an old house deep in the woods. They say there something in that old house. Anyone that goes will be killed.

Why is it called hollow vill? There was a rumor that there used to be an old Indian village that died of hunger, they were buried right under the house.

I plopped the fresh batteries into my flashlight. I need to see it for myself. I slide my arms into the straps of the packed filled with equipment I might need.

I put my midnight black boots and headed out of the door.

I entered the woods. Trees looming over me. I have been extremely paranoid since I started living alone.

Finally I found the old house. The porch completely rotten, possibly from years of rain. The paint peeling off. A once beautiful home looked like a hollow memory.

I enter throw the broken door. It smelled horrible in here. The smell of decaying animals that probably got trapped in the house and rotting wood.

I looked ahead I could swear that I saw something move.

I entered more. My hands shaking slightly. I Eliza Good, I'm a brave woman. I took a deep breath. Portraits and photo frames hung tilted to the side slightly.

Suddenly I heard loud booming footsteps. Thump, thump, thump. Mocked me as they got closer.

"Such a pretty face." I heard a scratchy voice behind me. I turned met with piercing red eyes in the darkness.

"To bad you have to die." The thing lunged at me, then everything went black.