new story
I apologize for my inactivity. I have a new story that I wrote in school for my class project, but I can't think of a title for it right now. So, I'll just post it here without any title.
Here it goes...
Jack was an inspector who took the job of his sick friend, who had asked him if he could investigate a house in a remote area in Alaska, known as Lindland Woods. After five hours of driving, Jack arrived at the location where he was supposed to investigate for his partner. As he approached the house, he felt uneasy. The desolate, eerily silent house loomed before him. It was damp, painted in a decaying shade of yellow, with red brick tiles cracked, ready to fall if an earthquake struck. There stood a remarkably intact stone chimney, and nearby lay abandoned clothing next to a nearly empty bucket. As Jack stepped out of his car, an eerie sensation washed over him, as if he were being watched by someone or something. A pungent smell of mold and an indescribable stench hung in the air.
As he neared the house's door, he caught a glimpse of something moving from a window. Fear surged through him, but he knew he had a job to do. Summoning his courage, Jack opened the creaking door. Inside, the putrid odor intensified, akin to rotting food. Jack thought, 'It smells like death in this house.' Gathering himself, he proceeded further. The interior revealed walls covered in mold, and the creaking floorboards seemed ready to give way at any moment. Paint peeled and crumbled from the walls. The worst was yet to come - the kitchen. It was a nightmarish scene, consumed by mold, with dark voids in the walls. The source of the stench emanated from the fridge, forcing Jack to leave the room to avoid vomiting. As he departed the kitchen, he couldn't help but think, "This house needs to be demolished; the kitchen is a living hell."
Jack then ventured into the bedroom, hoping to find something of interest. Instead, he encountered an empty room covered in graffiti. The floorboards groaned ominously beneath his every step, making him fear they might give way beneath him.
Eventually, he stumbled upon the basement. The steep, narrow stairs leading down filled him with trepidation. The basement was shrouded in darkness, prompting Jack to rely on a powerful 300-lumen flashlight. Yet, even its brilliance provided limited visibility within the oppressive darkness. As Jack aimlessly explored, searching for anything of note, he tripped over a broken table fragment. As he struggled to rise, he felt something touch him, but it swiftly retreated into the shadows. Jack had never been so terrified. Once on his feet, he raced up the stairs, ascending from the basement's abyss. The transition from the dim basement to the blinding light of the surface was like stepping into the sun itself.
Upon exiting the basement, Jack sensed something trailing him, and he dashed to the door, locking it behind him. As he did, he saw the figure. It defied human form, bearing an otherworldly, emaciated appearance, towering with a grotesque smile etched upon its face. Rather than attacking, it merely stared, its eyes like dark voids. Jack trembled at the sight, momentarily frozen in fear before regaining his composure. He slowly backed away and sealed the door. Jack sprinted to his car and sped away, the last image of the house being the figure's eerie farewell from the window. Following that harrowing day, Jack quit his job and relocated to another country. There, he became a police officer and sought therapy to erase the haunting memories of his previous occupation. ----Xamichi