Surviving A Haunted Appointment

“You have reached your destination.”

The GPS took me to this abandoned, worn down house that looked like it was here for ages. The house was leaning, the doors and windows were blocked off, and the wood was peeling off. Seriously, just looking at it could give you a splinter, let alone touching it. The trees surrounding the house were bare with no leaves on it and the grass was unkempt and yellow. There was no sign of life anywhere around the house. And why was this the only house around here with a gray sky above it and a murder of crows flying around? It screamed horror movie witch house.

Part of me wanted to dip and never look back. But the other part of me knew I needed a new wig and this deal was too good to pass up. The wig I needed was a HD 5x5 closure and she was the only one who could do it last minute. The overall price was $300 which included a free hair trim, the wig already dyed, a free installation, and a bonnet that said the baddest on it. If that’s not the deal of the century, I don’t know what is. Plus I already paid the money up front and there’s no way I’m gonna let that go to waste.

I eventually got out of my car and walked up the pathway. As I got closer, I could hear the house creak with every gust of wind. That's how I realized how fragile and unstable this house is. One giant wind storm could topple the whole house. Am I sure I want to go in? That bonnet looked really cute on the website but is it life-threatening cute? But the free installation-? I mean it wouldn’t hurt to take a look.

I made it to the door. The website didn’t have a number I could call and said to knock on the door when I arrived. Red flag right there but I think we know by now I make poor decisions. As I go to knock, the door suddenly swings open by itself. Strike one. I peeked inside and it was just as bad as the outside. Maybe worse. The walls were definitely peeling and covered with mold, the furniture was covered in dust and white sheets, and there was a broken staircase that used to lead upstairs. Well obviously the lady doing my wig isn’t up there. That leaves only the downstairs.

I stepped into the house and started looking around for the lady. The creaking floorboards under my feet were a constant reminder that this house is not safe. As ugly and ragged as the house was, it was easy to navigate. The kitchen and dining room were on the right side of the stairs, the living room was on the left, and there was a hallway in the very back.

I checked the right side first. There was no sign of them. In fact, there seemed to be no sign of anything, until I heard muffled voices and laughter in the living room. Finally I can get my wig installed and leave this terrible place. I rushed toward the living room and saw there was nobody in it. But I could have sworn I heard voices. Then I heard them again but they weren’t coming from the living room, they were coming from above the living room. The voices were from upstairs and there’s no way you can get upstairs. Strike Two. I tried to run out the living room, but my foot fell through the floorboards. It was stuck in there good and I couldn’t get it out. Then the wind outside suddenly started to pick up and the house started shaking. Furniture was sliding every which way and objects on the wall were falling off. So much dust started flying around that I couldn’t see or breathe. Okay Strike Three. I managed to kick my foot out of the floor and I tried to go towards the door. But before I could fully get up, the house thrusted backwards and I was sent flying toward the back of the house and crashed back first into the wall. The fall was spine-crushingly painful and the air was knocked out of my lungs. I could barely move to dodge the falling furniture that was crashing all around me. As I was about to be killed by a pristine white piano, the house jolted toward the right, sending me and the rest of the furniture down the hall. I landed face first on the floor and the furniture followed suit as they fell toward the floor and conveniently not on me. As disoriented as I was, I noticed I fell in front of a cracked door that had yellow light pouring out of it.

“Are you my five o’clock appointment?”

I was genuinely terrified at this point. I’m ready to leave. Forget the wig, I’ll go somewhere more expensive if it means I could keep my life. But which way did I come from again? Everywhere I looked seemed to be nothing but darkness. No other doors or openings but the one right in front of me. Uh oh.

“Are you my five o’clock appointment?”

Welp there’s no going back now. I slowly stood up and immediately fell on the wall. My body still ached from the falls. I limped towards the door, holding on to the wall for balance. I opened the door and found a young girl dusting off a chair that I’m guessing was for me. I could tell from here that she was very frail and her skin was pale. She seemed to be, at the most, in her early twenties. She also wore this long flowy dress that was very sharp at the bottom and— Oh my gosh is she a ghost? As I stepped back a little, the floorboard creaked loudly under me and the girl turned her head and stared straight at me. OH MY GOSH she has no eyes. She is a ghost. What should I do? There’s no other way out.

Then she pointed at me,”Five o’clock?”

There was nothing I could do. I responded weakly, “Yes, I’m your five o’clock appointment.”

She smiled, a very creepy smile at that, and gestured me to the seat. I limped over to the seat and sat down. I jumped as she appeared next to me with a drink in her hands.

“Water?” she said.

“No thanks.”

“But it’ll heal those bruises of yours.”

Wait, so were you the one who shook up the house or were the bruises just obvious? You know what, forget it. I snatched the drink out of her hand and chugged it. If I die, I die. I had already sent my location to my family and my last tweet was fire.

Once I got done with the water, she took it and started on my hair. It was hard to sit still since every time she tried to touch me I would flinch. Do you blame me? Her hands felt so cold and boney. But for a dead girl, she went really fast. Within five minutes, she was already done trimming and braiding my hair. And it looked really good too. As she went to go grab the wig, something started moving from the other side of the room. I jumped out of the chair so fast that I fell chest first onto the ground. I looked up and there was a dog sitting in front of me, tongue hanging and tail wagging. Then he licked my cheek.

“Momo, don’t scare my client,” the ghost girl said.

Momo looked at her and then stared back at me. I gotta admit he was a cute puppy. I thought until I stood up and realized he’s dead as well. Aw man please don’t eat me. The ghost girl helped me back into the chair and kept apologizing about her dog’s behavior. The dog himself kept jumping on my legs and wanting me to pick him up. Sorry pup I don’t hold dead dogs. But after all that the whole wig installation took only ten minutes. I was shocked when she told me she was done but I was more relieved because I could finally leave. Before I was able to sprint out of there, she handed me a mirror to look at the wig and Holy Crap! The wig was amazing. It was exactly how I wanted it. I put the mirror down and saw that the ghost girl was holding a bag toward me. I grabbed the bag and saw inside it was the bonnet. It was great quality and was just as pretty as the picture. The ghost girl was smiling from ear to ear, still a creepy smile tho.

“I’ll walk you out,” she said as she walked to the door with Momo by her side. And of course I followed her.

As we walked back through the eerie house, it seemed that everything was back where it initially was. It was as if what happened earlier never happened.

As she opened the front door, the beautiful sun shined through and I could see my silver car in front of the house. I quickly thanked the ghost girl and Momo and dashed to my car, rejoicing in the warm, bright sun. I got into my car, started the engine, and took a quick glance toward them to make sure they weren’t following me. But they weren’t there. In fact nothing was there. The house, the ghost girl, Momo, and even the creepy crows surrounding the house. There was nothing but an empty lot. Then I get a notification from my phone. Someone named prettyghost sent me back $300 with a message saying Thank you for stopping by. Here’s your money back. I don't need your money, your attendance was all I really wanted. Hope to see you again someday. That was probably the scariest part about this whole thing.