Gothic Short Stories

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The silver light of the moon was cloaked by the thick clouds . Yet, a ray of gray light trickled down upon the muddy pathway. Fallen branches and twisted twigs caught on to my ankle, and I could hear the leaves crunch underneath my worn out sandals. I could feel the sharp ends of the debris scraping against my pale skin. I tried to avoid them, yet I could barely make out anything on the path through the intense darkness of the night; not even the lantern could cut through it. The wind was so bitterly cold that it gnawed against the tips of my ears on nose-turning them a numb cherry red. I could smell my sinuses freezing up, making me feel sick.
There was no sensible movement for miles on the abandoned ally, it was completely vacant, except for one ancient house that seemed to moan along with the howling wind. It threatened to collapse at any given moment with the wind clashing against its decrepit panels. My mother had always told me to avoid the alley, especially at this hour and alone. Yet, that one house had always intrigued me. I couldn't hold back my curiosity much longer. …show more content…

I realized that the moans were not from the boards, rather they came from inside of the house. And that it was not something making the noise, rather someone. As I slowly approached the house, my steps seemed to get heavier, my heart pounded harder, and the knot in my stomach pulled so tightly that it sent a sharp pain down my spine. I shook it off, and layed my foot on the creaky wooden staircase; I had never been this close to the house, and now, it was right under the soles of my feet. The inside, ironically, was in much better condition than the outside. Yet, all the walls were lined with a thick coat of dust- I could even taste it in the dry air as I struggled to breathe. The moans on the lower level intensified, and they gradually went from a low rumbling growl, to a high pitched

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