Hey Song Birds! This is a short story I've been working on so hope you enjoy a scary story!
Room Key Number 5
April 5th, 1950
Thunder rolls over the hills of Maine, rain blows like arrows in a bloody battle. In the distance a lighthouse gleams a bright sun. Along the shores the waves pound madly against the sand. Next to the lighthouse a white picket fence surrounds an old 1800s house. Through the rain beamed light through the windows of the house it seemed quite cozy and warm on a rainy night. This sight seemed pleasing to our guest Mr. Phillip; he is a pastor of a church up the street. As the rain pounds he looks at his car on the side of the road the tire had gone flat and not a pay phone around to call for help. He looked around the premises not a sight of a station for miles. Near by a sign saying next service station 20 miles. He looked back at the giant house in the distance “ Looks like I have no choice but to stay here.” He said to himself.
Gathering up his suitcase and a bag of sunflower seeds, which were his favorite, he started down for the house through the tall prairie grass. The rain grew harder and harder making the grass slick he tried to becareful but not successful he fell bottom first into a pile of mud. “ O’ this was a rental ugh now I owe the retail 40 bucks to clean it.” As the light in the windows grew bigger a sign by the house said Ghost light Inn. “That’s a strange name for a nice Inn.” He approached the long deck that wrapped around the house and as he stepped on the wooden stairs they moan and creaked. He shrugged it off and went up to the door, it was made of cherry wood with a gold crown molding it was the only cherished thing on the outside of the house.
Entering the lobby the carpet was blood red and the walls and had autumn colors. On his left the furniture was worn down and brownish black sitting by a roaring fireplace. In front of him a large wooden desk just recently polished with a new silver shiny bell.
Ding Ding.
He waited for a minute and turned to look at the room again.
“ Yes how may I help you?” an elder lady said.
Phillip spazed his arms and his heart jumped
“ You alright sir?”
“No you frightened me!”
“Would you like a room?”
As he tired to settle down he looked more closely at the
lady, she had a gray shawl and a long skirt, with white hair and blue misty
eyes. In her hand was a long wooden staff with a ram at the top.
“ I think I would like one?” Phillip said
“ Here sign in and here is your room key… room number 5.”
Phillip signed in and picked up the key it was a strange room
key with a long leather strap and attached to a tin circle with a glass bubble
over it and a tiny 16 that was written in black and fuzzy. Below the tin were a
brass key with 2 screws and a small edge. Next to the key was a brass metal
five with holes in it.
“ What a weird key looks like it could be a necklace.” He
thought
In the lobby were two staircases one leading to the left side
and one leading to the right. Above his head near the staircases were signs of
room numbers.
On the left said “WEST SIDE CORRIDOR Rooms 1-5”and on the
right “EAST SIDE CORRIDOR Rooms 6-10”
“ Well guess I’m on the west side.”
In that instant a flash of lighting with a roar of thunder
came from the roaring storm.
Philip hurried up stairs to the room his heartbeat raced and
pounding as if someone was knocking. He reached the room trying to put the key
in with his shaky hand. Once he got it open a sudden rush of peace reached his
heart. The room had a nice bed with a polish wooden bed board, nice red
comforters and white pillows stuffed with feathers. Straight ahead at the widow
was heater to keep the room warm next to it was a small TV and followed by a
tiny bathroom. He placed his bags down and headed to the bathroom to freshen up
and but his nightshirt on and crawled in the bed. He lay there and suddenly he
heard a loud pound like a hammer, BANG BANG BANG. He looked out the window and
no one was there, he raced to the door it hadn’t been disturbed.
“Ok calm Philip you just had a rough night let just sleep ya
sleep.”
He crawled back under the covers and turned on the TV and
fell asleep.
BANG BANG BANG “ GET OUT GET OUT”
“ Who said that?”
“GET OUT GET OUT! OR I will kill you!”
His heart pounded louder than ever his body shook like a jack
hammer with sweat streaming down his cheeks.
“BANG BANG BANG IM COMING! THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR YOU!!”
“I can’t take it anymore!” screamed Philip he raced out of
bed and tried to open the door it was stuck.
“I’VE GOT YOU NOW!”
Please leave me be! Screamed Philip
His adrenaline shot through his body and he propelled him
self out the window he fell 4 stories high. Philip was dead.
A tombstone laid were he died that night
PHILIP DIED SLEEP WALKING WITH TV ON.
~Sabrina Black
picture: http://www.deviantart.com/art/a-key-23215326
