The Family

My attempts at fiction writing. There is a great inconsistency with my fiction writing but hopefully this one is good. Feel free to let me know what you think of this!

The Family

 

There were many strange things about the house next door. It was large and imposing, two stories tall, gothic style architecture mixed with church style architecture, either with tinted windows or stained glass windows, creating a frightening sight. Everything about that house was very foreboding, something out of a horror film. I was often curious about the house and tried to look inside, but the glass made it impossible to do so.

It had been a shock to find out that a family was moving into the house. It had been abandoned for nearly a decade, the house had been on the market for years and every group that came to investigate the house left soon after. When we had heard that a family was moving in, my family, including myself, were shocked by the news. The whole neighborhood eventually caught the news through the wind and eventually everyone was on alert, wondering who that family could be.

They came in on Friday the 13th, a weird coincidence given the creepy nature of the house, and as we learned upon seeing them, the family. They walked quickly and quietly, avoiding all eye contact with neighbors that were walking past and waving and trying to avoid the sunlight hitting them directly. Even though they didn’t seem to want attention, they sure warranted it.

I watched from my room as the family walked back and forth, moving all their possessions into the house. I noticed a young girl with them, around my age and if anything a year older, and the girl was holding a little girl, her little sister I presumed. Both were dressed in all black, while the parents were dressed in professional business clothing, however that was all black as well. They sure made for an interesting sight.

Months had passed since they moved in. Aside from the occasional greeting, they had no interaction with anyone. Their sudden departure shocked many of us in the neighborhood. We had seen them a day before and thought nothing of them. It seemed that hours later, in the dead of night, they just left. No cars on the driveway. No lights coming from the house. No signs of life.

Me and my family went by a couple of times and knocked or rang the doorbell, wondering if we would get an answer. However, every time we knocked, we received no answer.

Several more weeks have passed since the family left. I wondered: what happened? What about the two girls? I wanted to know but I didn’t know how to find any answers.

I decided to investigate on my own. I waited until my family went to bed. The moon was full and it was hitting the house directly. I climbed out of my window and jumped down. I landed with a light thump, and began running over to the abandoned house, aided by the dark. I ran across the grass, and quickly, knowing that I would be seen if anyone came by.

I didn’t stop until I reached the door and stopped. Even in the daylight the door was imposing. But now, in the dark gloom, it was truly frightening. It was a grand ebony door with stained glass, at least ten feet tall and five wide, two separate doors forming the large one. I place my hand on the doorknob, and pushed down, and it moved with my hand. I pushed the door open, walked in and shut the door behind me.

I walked around and noticed the rotten food on the kitchen table. On the table next to the stairs were keys, change, and dead cell phones. Every object in the house was covered in dust.

I walked past without touching anything and went up the stairs, wanting to know what was on the second floor. I reached the second floor landing and the first thing I see is a mirror, large enough to have at least six or seven people in front of and still have room for more. Right next to the mirror was a table with a picture of the family, their faces scratched out.

I moved my gaze away from the picture, shivers going down my spine, and look at my refection in the mirror. The full moon passes through a red stained glass window and allows me to see myself and the mirror. I look at the mirror and see an inscription, but I do not recognize the language. The red light does not help ease the feeling that are going through me right now.

I continue to see myself in the mirror. I’m by no means a narcissist, and the red moonlight does nothing to aid in calming me, but I can’t help but be entranced by the mirror. I see shadows grow around me, but I pay them no attention. I suddenly feel 4 distinct breaths on my skin.

 

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