It was a foggy day with rain drizzling over our heads when I came towards a small abandoned house with my mom and sister. We passed the house with the tall grass and headed toward another. I saw stones as big as hockey pucks with engraved scratch marks, although, I stopped for a moment because I suspected something strange about the house, but then I walked away with the feeling that there were eyes following me. I smelled the scent of fear when I came across a bridge and heard a distant strident noise like if you were to drag your nails down a chalk board. I saw a gate but not whatever was behind it. My mom and sister didn’t really seem to notice nor hear anything suspicious. As I passed the long grey-stoned bridge, I realized that part of the bridge was broken and that the noise has stopped like something or someone made it stop. I continued walking through the cement road and avoiding the red wet metal railing.
I got a little hungry on the way to next house so I opened one of my pink wrapped candy and ate it, it tasted like a sugary sensation layered with chocolate. Almost like if you have a cup and add marshmallows and chocolate. Even though it tasted splendid I figured that I should save it so that I will still have some food left for when I come home. I had to carry my pumpkin bucket everywhere and I felt moisture running down my skin and my hands started getting sweaty because I wore long sleeves with sewed on bones looking like two spinal cords attached to my black suspenders and front and back of my cotton leggings. I felt the wind running through my back and rearranging my black and white covered cape in front of me.
We passed the same creepy house I saw earlier that day, I started feeling a little petrified and un- sure about what was happening. I was vigilant of everything around me. After a while I remarked that I haven’t talked to my mom or sister in a while, so I evoked them but they ignored me and kept walking. I put my hand on top of my sister’s shoulder, but I didn’t think she felt a thing. I ran up in front of them and saw that their mouths were sealed and their eyes shut, they weren’t talking and they were callous and quiet. 1 second out of disbelief we were on the stone bridge near the wet red railing. I stopped all of a sudden and dropped my Pumpkin basket to put my hands on my face and think about what had just happened. Out of the blue, my mom and sister stopped and turned around to face me, their eyes peered open and their lips parted. “You stopped walking” was their first response I answered by saying nothing so that I can hear what else they had to say. They started to walk towards me, so I started to run away through the same long straight road.
That moment was intense for me; I went back and gazed at the house I saw earlier. As I invited myself in, someone with grubby gloves put their hands over my shoulders, covered my mouth and shut the door quietly. He uncapped his hand from my mouth and faced me. He didn’t have a name but when he was about my age he was stuck in the same timeline which never changes. “There were others before me, although some were caught outside this house and were taken somewhere far away by eccentric people, and the others well… they died out of their age.” Pointing at the skeletons with rotting little flesh left at the corner of the room. I couldn’t help but stare and touch the ancient walls. He looked like somewhere near his forty’s, I started to get a little sad for him and his life in this place.
“There is a gate somewhere near the bridge where you can exit this situation but there were spirits wandering there”. I knew that the second I’ve walked outside the door that there was no turning back. They spotted me in the corner of their eye; I looked behind me while I started running and fell down a steep cliff, I could only smell the dirt as there were specks of it left on my body. As brown thorns pierced my skin I laid on my back in the mud half alive looking at a blanket of stars. For what felt like a year I woke up on my bed with my parents and siblings staring down at me. They questioned me for a while, but I never bothered to tell any of them what happened.