The House Around the Corner

No one in the neighborhood would dare go near it. No one knew who lived there. No one really wanted to know. It was the house around the corner from me. I stayed away like everyone else but one little, curious part of me wanted to find out more. That is how I got to where I am right now; standing in front of the burgundy door of the house around the corner.

I gazed up at the house. It was white or used to be white but most of the paint was chipped off. The windows were very dirty, I don't think they have ever been touched. It was very creepy looking, with cobwebs in every corner. The lights were never on. However, there was one old, rusty truck in the driveway but I never saw anyone use it. Everyone claimed the house was haunted and there was a ghost living in it. I am not much of a believer of ghosts so I was determined to just find out who lived here, even though I was shaking and my heart was about to explode out of my chest.

"Ok, you can do this." I said to myself. I took a deep breath. I clumsily grabbed the brass door knocker and tried to stop my shaky hands. 1,2,3 knocks. I stood there alone in the darkness of the night and waited.

I heard footsteps approaching and my heart beat even faster. I was about to run away but I stayed put. It was a cold fall evening but I was sweating like I had just ran 2 miles. I thought the doorknob turned but it must have been my imagination, since no one had answered. I was a little disappointed, yet also relieved. I turned around and started to walk back to my house. Suddenly, I felt cold hands grab me and pull me into the house. The next thing I knew I was locked in a dark basement, alone.

I woke up the next morning, safe in my bed. Last night was a blur but I remember someone carrying me home. I still have so many questions, but I know the answer to one thing...I won't be going to the house around the corner anytime soon.