Isolated House and The Girl

As I approached the deserted house at the end of the road, I saw a huge twinkling light from the waving door. I saw it through the waving door in the deserted house. I went to the front of the main door. At that moment, I saw someone moving inside. I rang the bell, which I hadn’t noticed before. The waving door of the room closed by someone, and the whole house darkened.

I felt someone pulling my inhaling air through from the house. I felt sorrow and pain. I heard many sounds like screaming, crying, weeping, and others that had the strength to put the seal of fear on my forehead. But I heard them as if they were all coming from my own head. Both my hands hurried to my side bag, which supported me in moments of alert. I used it to keep my phone and some other things and also to grab it and hit someone with it if needed. I found the mobile, but someone hit my hand through the darkness, which could be cut into pieces. The phone slipped, and I missed it. I heard it smashing near my foot. I could imagine what had happened to my only phone. Whoever did it could see through the darkness. My other hand got the torch. Fortunately, my fingers found its switch.

Once I switched on the torch, everywhere lit up. It blurred my eyes. I wondered if the person who smashed my phone, hit me, and scared me was still around me. But I didn’t hear any running or walking away sounds. Theoretically, the person should still be nearby. Then I remembered that I didn’t notice the person approaching me. I only saw blurred lights. When things came into focus, I saw all the bulbs inside and outside the house were lit. Someone was standing in front of me. She said I had broken into her house and disturbed her peace. She said, “It is so dangerous, my guest.” She invited me to dinner, but I turned back. She touched my hand and said, “Come, I can’t miss a guest. No one easily meets me, especially a human like you,” and she pulled me. I felt cold, as if pulled by ice water. Her strength was greater than mine.

She went to the kitchen. I thought it was time to escape, but then I was surprised. The door was closed. ‘Who did it?’ I wondered. In a few seconds, the girl came back with a gray tray holding two glasses with a red liquid and a tray with snacks that looked like they were made from meat and blood. I rejected them all and said I needed to hurry because my friend at my house was looking for me and would be worried if I was late.

She said I was deceiving her and offered to give me something. She went to the room that had emitted the twinkling light before. At that moment, it was twinkling with a dark red color. My heartbeat was faster than ever. Again those fearsome sounds came from my head. It was like a headache. In a few minutes, she emerged from that door but with a face marked by sadness. The door closed automatically beside her. She approached me, floating in the air. There was a parcel in her fingers. She handed me the thin parcel. She said, “Please come again, if you have a heart to think about me. I have never met a person since that death.”

She walked towards the main door. I followed her. The door opened, and I hurried home. I looked at the thing the girl had given me. It was a necklace with a heart symbol and a message: ‘Come again. If you don’t, I’ll come and kill you. Your loved ones will suffer. Good luck. I wish you.’