Deserted House

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Deserted House
That evening was unusually hot and steamy, and all of a sudden, increasingly light wind started blowing in the same direction. The school ended, and we took to our heels. My friend Alice joined me just past the school entrance, and I was grateful to have such a talkative companion for the long drive back home. We had barely driven half a mile while the twirling funnel of air started blowing towards us. I stepped on the car breaks only to realize that they were loose and not functioning. It had been long before the home mechanic had come to conduct a thorough service of my jeep. We were now facing an oncoming tornado, and the car breaks had already jammed.
Dust and all kind of dirt had already filled the air and thereby obscuring our view. I was shaken to the roots as I tried to firmly hold the steering and sway the car to the side road hoping to find an obstacle that would stop the car. Alice managed to reach her bag pack only to find that the phone could no longer power due to low battery. Luckily, the jeep hit a tree at the side of the road, and we only suffered minor injuries. We managed to get out of the wrecked jeep hoping to find assistance, but no one was there to help us. We could hear screams of people from half a mile away, but our vision was already obscured. We started walking away from the storm, and Alice was panting very heavily. The tornado was drawing closer because a whirlwind carrying all sorts of dirt was blowing past us.

We could hear an abandoned dog barking a few meters away, and on walking closer, we saw a strange house which seemed spooky. We carelessly entered as we did not have much of choice. The door almost broken letting out a squeaking noise and then banged the door frame locking us inside instantly. The dog came running to us, and by the look of things, we could tell that the dog had also come to seek shelter. We could not fail to notice a hole beside the door where the little soul may have entered through. There was a strange and a rotten smell almost similar to ammonia or some rotten eggs. The drawings and the writings on the walls were even terrifying. There were old pictures taken in the medieval times with the black and white cameras. The drawings were in no doubt satanic, and the writings were in some way Latin.
We started moving around and even forgotten the tragedy outside. Alice spotted an old telephone near a corner clogged with spider webs. On lifting the mouthpiece, a giant black spider almost bit me. Little did we know that the telephone was now a habitat for the spiders. As we crawled backward while screaming, I happened to touch a smooth and slithery creature which I came to realize it was a snake. The creature had coiled near an abandoned woolen mat, and immediately it sensed our presence, the snake started to slither in our direction. Luckily, we managed to exit the room and to close the door behind us. The next room was well lit, and the lights followed a geometrical pattern, and at times it got so dark that we could hardly see what was in front of us. We felt some things though. By this time, we struggled to look with our mouths wide open. We came across a path that led to the basement. All this time no one said a word. It was like a haunted house. Under the basement, there were strange noises of laughter.
Oblivious to the danger that crept into the house, we still maintained our ‘adventure.’ The tornado was still blowing outside, and the poorly fixed iron sheets started being lifted. In a split of a second, a sharp object from the top part of the house fell. It tumbled down in a lightning speed such that no one saw it coming. Alice, who stood frozen with her eyes fixated on the outside, was pierced through the mouth from the head. She just fell and almost instantaneously, the room was filled with blood. That was the last time I saw my friend, and I promised never to cohabit a deserted house. I slowly crept out of the house and started to question myself if there was anything I could have done to prevent my friend from dying, what am I going to say to her friends and family? I didn’t know how to feel, I started to feel the crushed glass in the tip of my shoe and felt how that my socks were already soaked in blood.