I’ve always been a curious person, so when I stumbled upon an old, abandoned house in the woods, I couldn’t resist the urge to explore. As I approached the front door, I noticed that the doorknob was missing. I pushed the door gently, and to my surprise, it swung open with ease.
The inside of the house was musty and dark, with a layer of dust covering everything. I felt a chill run down my spine as I stepped inside. It was clear that no one had lived there for a long time, but something about the house felt alive. It was like the walls were watching me.
I made my way through the house, examining each room in turn. Most of the furniture had been removed, and the wallpaper was peeling from the walls. But one room caught my eye - a small, cramped space at the end of the hall. It was locked from the outside, but I could see a small gap in the door.
I reached for the doorknob, but it was too rusted to turn. I tried pushing on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. I was about to give up and move on when I noticed something strange - the gap in the door seemed to be growing wider. As I watched in disbelief, the door slowly creaked open.
Inside the room, I found a small staircase leading down to a hidden basement. It was like the house had a secret within a secret. I couldn’t resist the urge to explore further. I descended the staircase, my heart pounding with excitement.
The basement was dark, with only a single bulb illuminating the space. It was eerily quiet, and I could hear the sound of my own breathing echoing off the walls. I moved through the space, feeling for any obstacles in the darkness. That’s when I found the door.
It was a simple wooden door, with no doorknob or lock. I pushed on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It was like it was stuck in place. I tried again, pushing with all my might, but the door remained firmly shut. I could hear the sound of something moving behind the door, a faint scratching sound that sent shivers down my spine.
As I was about to give up and leave the basement, I noticed something odd - a small gap in the wall, just next to the door. I couldn’t see anything inside, but I could feel a faint breeze coming from the opening. It was like there was a hidden passage behind the wall.
I moved closer to the gap, peering inside. It was too dark to see anything, but I could hear the sound of something breathing, something that wasn’t quite human. I was overcome with a sense of dread, and I knew I had to leave the house before it was too late.
As I made my way back up the stairs, I could hear the sound of something following me, something that didn’t want me to leave. I could feel a cold breath on the back of my neck, and I knew that I had to move faster. I burst out of the house, running as fast as I could through the woods.
When I finally stopped to catch my breath, I realized something strange - I couldn’t remember how I had gotten to the house in the first place. It was like the woods had shifted around me, changing the landscape as I ran. I knew then that I had stumbled upon something truly terrifying, something that I was not meant to find.
I never went back to that house again. But in my dreams, I could still hear the sound of the door opening, and the scratching sound of something moving behind the wall. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still lurking in the hidden basement, waiting for me to return.
As days passed, strange things began to happen. I started seeing strange symbols etched onto the walls of my room, and I heard strange whispers in my ear when no one else was around. My nightmares grew more vivid, and I felt like something was following me wherever I went.
One night, I woke up to find that my bedroom door was locked from the outside. I could hear the sound of something moving in the hallway, something that was trying to get in. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or scream for help.
Suddenly, the scratching sound stopped. I could hear something breathing on the other side of the door, its breaths ragged and labored. I could feel its presence, like a weight pressing down on me.
Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. The door creaked open, and I could see nothing but darkness beyond. I fled the room, running down the hallway and out of the house.
Years have passed since that night, but I still remember the fear that I felt. The fear of the unknown, of the things that lurk in the shadows. I never went back to the abandoned house in the woods, but I know that the door is still there, waiting for its next victim. And sometimes, late at night, I can still hear the sound of scratching, like something is trying to claw its way out of the hidden basement.