The Danger House

They called it Danger House.

Everyone in the town of Elders knew better than they go close by when it got dark. On a hill at the edge of the city, the old mansion stands like a security guard.

Rumors said it was cursed.

Everyone who stepped onto the foot would disappear or worse.

However, the child was a child, and 17-year-old Jamie Miller was not a man to retreat from the car.

It started as a joke.

"Get an hour in a dangerous house," and his best friend dares to Friday evening.

Jamie Grinsen, confident. "One hour? Is this? I'll get back the souvenirs. "

His friends showed him as he marched his flashlight on a misty night, the house was waiting like a sleeping animal. But Jamie can't throw it. He climbed onto the creaking veranda and pushed through the cracked front door to enter the darkness.

Smell hits it first - falling, trees, and something else... some foul.

He clicked on the flashlight.

The

The dust motor was hovering in the air. The hallway was long and narrow, filled with broken furniture, broken mirrors, and awful silence. My grandfather was slowly ticking through the corner, but no one had touched it in years.

Ticks.

TOCK.

Ticks.

Jamie looked around. "Nothing is frightening yet."

But he heard it.

Soft and rhythmic creak - like a procedure.

He froze.

"Chris?" he called.

No answer.

He took a deep air and moved forward, the floor groaning under his feet. Portraits lined up against the wall - their charming, staring faces glowed. He stepped into the living room. Yawns yawned from the curtains and corners torn by the wind.

Flicked the flashlight.

"Great," he muttered and defeated it.

When he heard the whisper.

Was handed over.

Right behind him.

"Jammie"

He turned, and his heart insisted. There was no one there. He laughed nervously. "Well, it's so funny. You followed me, right?"

There's nothing.

Suddenly, the door hit the back. He ran and pulled hard. Closed. From outside.

Accelerated his breath. "Okay, stay calm. Just recognize and stand out."

He returned to the stairs. It rose in the darkness. Jamie hesitated and climbed.

He saw it halfway through.

Diagram. On the stairs.

Pale. Shining eyes. Girl? No, woman. Stand still. Be careful.

He snapped after the air. "Who are you?"

No answer. Just a whisper: "Help me..."

Then she disappeared.

He was frozen. Sweat drips down my neck. His flashlight flickered again.

He reached the top, his heart knocked and he stepped into the hallway. One door was a bit ajar. The light soaked through.

He pushed it.

Inside, there was a child's bedroom - I got it. Toys were scattered across the ground. A small music box was sitting on the chest of a drawer. Jamie went and opened it.

Played babysitter. Soft. Sad.

Suddenly, the wall groaned and one voice rang - closer and closer.

"Get Out".

Broken the music box.

Jamie screamed, then went back into the hallway and knocked on the door.

"Okay, there's no more. It's time to go."

He turned - but the hallway changed. It stretched longer than before, and the door appeared in nothing. The house has moved.

He ran and exploded the door.

It was a study illuminated by candlelight. The diary was on my desk.

He approached him.

October 13, 1901

We sealed them on the wall. We had. That was dangerous. She whispers in our heads, causing us to hurt each other. But even when she dies, she watches. We call her a white woman.

Jamie has retreated.

A cold filled my room. A candle blew. A voice echoes, soft and tight.

"I'm still here..."

The walls bleed in the darkness. The shadow turned to him.

He ran away from the room and blindly down the hallway.

The

The family was alive. The door was knocked on foot, and the floor was tied down. I whispered. Smile. Scream.

Finally, he found the stairs. He raced, almost fell, and reached the front door. He tore it - and no longer - then went outside and swallowed the cool night air.

His friend waited with big eyes at the gate.

"Type! You were there for two hours!"

Jamie turned.

The

The family was silent. Nevertheless.

But it happened in the window at the top. White woman.

Observation.

Jamie never spoke of what he saw. Not much.

But he stopped laughing at the ghost stories.

Years later, he saw the news report.

The dangerous home collapsed during the storm. Authorities found something strange while cleaning: a hidden room on the wall. A female bone structure. A broken music box next to it.

They said they had been there for over a century.

But Jamie knew well.

The white woman never left.

She ran away.

And now she was there somewhere.

Please wait.

The end.