Death House - Prologue

She walked down the long hallway, toward the shadowed area. A light touch on the freezing handle let her know that all things hadn’t changed since meeting Victor. She switched on the light and took a few tentative steps inside the room, leaving the door wide-open behind her. A quick check of the floor revealed no mice or any other furry animals that could scare the living daylights out of her.
The floor was a bit cool to the touch. Lucky thing she’d worn a thick pair of socks. Confident that her parents were in bed for the night, she turned toward the door, but it was completely closed. The overhead light flickered off and on. She glimpsed a hulking shadow lurking in the corner of her room between the closet and bedroom door. As dark as night itself, the black figure started to take shape right in front of her eyes. Then the lights went out completely.
Adley stepped backward to the door and the handle was colder than ever. The tips of her fingers felt as if they sizzled, so she stuck the singed fingertips into her mouth, her eyes focused on the corner.
Adley reached back for the light switch. If the bulb still worked, the obscure image would disappear the moment the light when on. The bright flash relieved her sense of unease when she looked back at the corner but only for the briefest moment. As predicted, the shadow was no longer there.
Now it stood right in front of her.
A long string of bones whipped out the top of the obsidian mass, tethered on the end to a spidery hand. It flung itself straight at her. Adley jerked to the side, and the claw smashed into the door and locked it. Her throat refused to let out a sound. She ran to the other corner of the room farthest from the door and grabbed a frame off the dresser, hurling the picture at the dark mass. The shadow dissolved. She drew on every ounce of strength and sprinted for the door. From out of nowhere, the hand shot out in front of her and spread its fingers like a catcher’s mitt ready to grab whatever came its way.
Adley slid beneath the bones and into the door as if sliding into home base. The spindly object grabbed her foot and clamped down on her skin. She kicked at it with her other foot and crushed the bony hand. Broken pieces scattered across the floor, clattering like a bowl of marbles.
The creature cackled and whispered clearly into her ear, “Aaad—”
“Shut up,” she shouted. “You have no right to say my name!”
She grabbed hold of the handle, ignoring the freezing burn on her skin as she yanked the door open. Adley nearly regretted the quick glance over her shoulder.

Five skeletal fingers crowned with deadly sharp tips flew directly at her face.


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