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by Zack
Rated: E · Campfire Creative · Short Story · Fantasy · #1769545
explain it for me please!
[Introduction]
The House on the Hill
As Bob walked up the rugged path he wondered why he had let his friends talk him into this. He had made a bet with them that said that he could spend a whole night in the old, creepy, dark, dusky, rotting house on the hill in the old, creepy, dark, dusky forest. He said that he wasn’t afraid of anything. How wrong he was. They said that if he could spend the night in that house they would give him twenty dollars each, so he agreed. As he got closer to the house he wanted to turn and run, but his greed kept him there, so he swallowed his fear and continued on. As he walked up the rotting steps a twig snapped. He turned around sharply.
“Who’s there!” he exclaimed. When no one answered, he ran inside. When he stepped in, a plume of dust came up in his face. When it had settled he looked around. Dust caked everything. Giant holes appeared out of no where when he stepped in the wrong place. Then there was the creature. It appeared out of nowhere. Its clothes hung in tatters. The skin was so sunken it didn’t even resemble a human anymore. Bits and pieces of bone where visible through the skin. It came closer and closer edging forward and dragging one of its legs behind him reaching forward Bob could smell the decaying flesh. He ran, but he was determined to stay in the house. He ran up the rotting stairwell to the bedrooms. He opened a door and took one step inside and almost fell through a hole in the floor with the creature waiting for him bellow. He ran into another bedroom and another! But they all had gaping maws waiting to swallow him and trap him with it.
He huddled in a corner hopping that the creature wouldn’t find him.
“You shouldn’t be here! Now you’ll have to pay the price!” a crackling voice said “I will find you!” the creature came around the corner, “Now I have you,” it said laughing.
Bob was cornered he couldn’t escape. It came closer, bent down, grabbed its own chin and pulled upwards. Bob looked up and saw Steve! Steve laughed and said “I got you! You should have seen your face! Priceless”
“Wait, what was that?” Bob had heard a creaking. “There it is again! This time it’s like a moaning.”
“You’re just hearing…”
“Shush! Don’t you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“We’d better get out of here!” They ran as fast as there legs would carry them, but came face to face with another creature! This one was even worse than Steve because this time it was real.
“Did you have anyone else here Steve?”
“No”
“We should run.”
“Agreed”
They backed up slowly, but for every step that they took the creature took one towards then. They turned and ran. They ran to the front door as it burst open and another creature came in
“How many of these things are there!” Bob said.
“Let’s try the window.” They climbed out the window and ran home hopping that the creatures couldn’t find them there.

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