The House

The House

Written by Invader Nik

Based on a popular flash game

DO YOU DARE ENTER THE HOUSE?

It is a cold night as you approach the old abandoned structure, it's very presence sends shivers down your spine but you shake it off. Your a big pony. The moon's light guides you past the old sturdy gates. You inspect your equipment

1x Torch

1x Camera

and for confidence

1x Revolver with bullets

You breathe in and calm yourself, ghosts are superstitious nonsense.

You slowly trot toward the door barricaded with planks of wood, You smash your forehooves against the planks and they break apart. You open the old white door and it creaks loudly. You are inside some sort of living room, the moonlight casts scary shadows but you dismiss them. Instantly you notice a picture inside a frame, you pick it up. There are three ponies on it, a mare with a kind face, a stern stallion wearing a business suit and...

In the middle of the two is a filly with a strange face, she smiles awkwardly and there are black rings around her eyes. You set the photo down and you hear strange noises upstairs.

Probably just rats, you think to yourself. You approach a big recliner with a piece of paper on it. The yellow paper was scrunched and folded. You read.

It is my first day working here and already I have a bad feeling. It's that girl... Maybe I should leave...

You hear a bump and you see a faint shadow pass, shivers run up your spine. Using your magic you shine your torch where you saw the shadow and a piece of paper falls down.

You pick it up with your magic and shine the torchlight on it.

It reads

Daughters Birthday

The paper seemed cut hastily, you put the paper in your pocket and back out toward the door before you stop yourself.

You were always a coward, hiding in your parent's bed when you were little. That's why you had no friends in school! You were too chicken to do anything.

You try to fight these thoughts and decide to continue. You take a look around the room when a red liquid begins to poor out of a small vent above the family portrait. It covers the frame in blood, you pick up the picture and inspect the liquid.

Blood. No it can't be blood! But the horror continues as you examine the painting once more, the faces of all three ponies are replaced by skulls. Your eyes open wide but you calm yourself. You put the frame down and see a ghostly form sitting in the recliner, it smiles at you before disappearing with a whisper. You feel the revolver in your leather jacket, it makes you feel better. Before going upstairs you will inspect the kitchen.

THE KITCHEN

You enter the big fancy kitchen, it's bigger than the one you had growing up. Everything is covered in dust and all the cutlery and plates and stuff are packed away neatly where they belong. You go up to the sink and turn the tap on expecting blood. Dusty brown water trickles out. You feel as if something is watching you but you simply dismiss it. You open the shelves to make sure there are no skeletons or any other nonsense. You then find a bible lying on the counter, it has bloody patches and is ripped at the corners, you flip through the book to discover pen lines and circles around words. Underneath the book is a yellow piece of paper. You pick it up and read it.

FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE

I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE

The words are written in blood. You begin to sweat and scrunch the paper. Another shadow passes through the window. You shine your torch out the window, nothing. You turn around slowly and half expect a ghost standing there. Nothing. Suddenly the tap squeaks and blood pours out of it, so much that the nozzle shakes. The sink fills up with blood and overflows.

This can't be real, no it just can't.

A faint outline of the same thing in the living room appears, it's face is black and it just stands there facing you. You pull out your revolver and point at the ghostly form. It vanishes with more whispers. Your eyes open wide and you are now sweating like mad. Your shirt is drenched even though there is a cold draft in this demonic house.

Your stomach rumbles and you open the old fridge to see nothing, a putrid smell comes out and you close the door. You walk out the kitchen toward the study.

THE STUDY

You approach the study, a big leather chair behind a desk to your right and an old TV set to your left. You examine the leather chair and make sure there are no abnormal marks on it. Clean. You sit down on it and examine the old papers on the desk, you flick on the desk lamp and it comes to life with a dim light. You pick up one of the papers and look at it. The Manehatten Shipping Company. No wonder why this family is rich. The M.S.C disintegrated thirty years ago. These papers are proof they are genuine. You study the papers. Money, taxes and shipments. You pick up what appears to be a pay cheque. 36,000 bits!

Why would these people kill themselves? You say out loud. A strange whisper immediately responds and you get up. Nothing. Outside, a dog howls. You ignore it and put the pay cheque in your pocket. A shiver runs up your spine and you can't help cringing. You walk out the door to reveal the living room. The place you started, the door you entered was now firmly closed. You look at the door then look at the stairs. What will it be chicken?

With a sigh you trot toward the stairs.