Moon Light Glints
Gasping for air. Gulping down fear.
The wind howled fiercely and raked across the remains of the scampered leaves of the shadowy trees that towered above the jagged stone path. It led to a house with missing tiles and bricks, unusually dilapidated and unsightly. Its roof was dotted with holes and cracks and the windows were shattered one by one. The painted wood color of the door was almost faded to white, and the doorknobs were rusted black. The two doors were ajar as if someone had pushed open a crack and slipped in. Walking up the long path for a while, a girl breathlessly stepped outside the darkness of the trees.
Yes, that’s me. The only girl stupid enough to be going into that old ragged house just because her sister dared her to. Now, there I was, With the haunted house staring daggers at me with its look as the wind buffeted my hair. I seemed so vulnerable and tiny compared to it. I tried to look brave, but with my legs shaking beneath me, it was impossible. I was shivering, but not because of the cold wind, but because of the threatening look, the haunted house gave me. I seemed so vulnerable and tiny compared to it. I tried to look brave, but with my shaking legs beneath me, it was impossible.
The breeze swept across the land and sent a shiver through my body along with all the imaginary nightmares. My shaken expression gave everything away. Mist blinding my vision as I went in. I can’t even make out my own fingers as I reached out to feel the ragged surface of the brick walls. Thick with dust and dirt. Glancing around, the disturbing sight startled me.
Spilled blood was everywhere, sprayed on the walls, and painted on the ground. The houses are dotted with holes and cracks. The doors hanged on the hinges nearly falling off. Creaking as the wind gently taunted it. What bewildered me the most was the piercing shriek of a trapped girl in the basement that mingers with the powerful flapping wings of a bat and the crying of a haunted child. My shaken expression gave everything away. If all that was true, then for sure, this was a place where there is no going back. Even if anyone dared to go in, it will only be a memory, kept in secret by the powerful metal doors of the haunted house.
THUMP! What was that? Thump! It took me a while to realize I was listening to my own heartbeat. Thump! Thump!
Finally, fear got the better of pride, and I turned to dash for the shadowy trees. Twigs like tiny, sharp hands scratching and pulling my body yowling for me to go back. Despite my bleeding wounds, I whisked past every tree until my house is in sight. Roof glinting, the house looked extra desirable. Before I know it, tears wear rolling down my cheeks and I was whispering to I-don’t-know-who for me to get there faster. Moonlight. Home. Moonlight. Home…
Supposed I was shocked by all that fear, I realized that pride wasn’t everything. If I hadn’t listened to my sister, the cut on my cheek that is now dripping with blood with be only an imagined fear. If only I hadn’t cared about what others thought of me, everything would be fine now…
Gasping for air. Gulping down fear.
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