Another Dimension
As the moon peeked through the ominous clouds, casting an eerie glow upon the dilapidated house on Elm Street, a chill ran down my spine. I had heard rumors of a haunted ghost that roamed within its walls. They say that this twisted place was once owned by a wealthy family who met their untimely demise under mysterious circumstances. That they refused to leave their beloved home and now haunt it relentlessly, seeking revenge for what they perceived as an unjust fate.
I began my ascent up the creaky wooden staircase to the grand entrance to this old palace like structure. The windows were boarded up and a slow drip of rainwater running down the gutter almost made me lose my balance and slip backwards down the staircase. After I regained my poise I cautiously reached my hand out for the golden doorknob that would open the door to what many before me described as a gateway to another dimension.
I closed my eyes and slowly opened the door. I shined my flashlight around the pitch black room and saw an old clock tower, picture frames lining the hallway, and a staircase leading to the second floor. As I followed the staircase up with my squinted eyes I pointed my flashlight at the landing that overlooked the entry way and frooze dead in my tracks.
There she was looming in front of me like a sinister shadow with piercing eyes that bore into my soul and made my hair stand on end. Soon after, strange whispers and moaning sounds filled my ears; telling of tales long gone but never forgotten by those who had fell victim to this evil spirit's wrath. With each passing moment, my unease grew more profound until I found myself trapped between facing certain doom or escaping while I still could.
As I stood rooted to the rug in the front entryway, she started walking towards me, staring deep into my eyes and making it impossible for me to escape her grasp or muster any courage to fight back against her supernatural presence. I thought about running, turning around and never looking back.
But my body didn’t move.
As she finished her descent down the stairs she reached a hand out as if she was welcoming me into her home. But her gnarled fingers curled around me tightly, her bony grip dug into my arms and I could feel her icy breath down my neck - making me shiver with fear.
I quickly realized that this was no friendly welcoming like one you would get when going over to Grandma’s house for Thanksgiving dinner.
For a few moments, which to me felt like hours, we remained trapped together in this creepy dwelling until finally exhausted beyond measure she disappeared into the blackness, leaving me alone again with only my fears as company.
Whatever happened in this house, whatever sinister events transpired long before my time, these people have not forgotten.
To this very day I have no idea why they spared my life, but I vowed to do everything in my power to warn others to never dare cross over into that demonic dimension ever again.