As the group approached the house, it was clearly uninhabited.
The windows were dusty, cobwebs hung in every corner.
“We gonna do this or what?” Jake asked the group. No one spoke.
Creeping around back, even before gaining entry, they felt the presence.
Emily said, “I’m out!”
Everyone else died.
Kim Smyth is a freelance writer/blogger studying to become a transcriptionist. Find her at her blog, Words on a Page, or on Medium.
Ooh, chilling.
Good one!!!
i gave a sharp intake of breath which gave way to an audible squeak! Really good, Kim.
Wow, great work! I love this scene, gave me the chills