"Maybe I should have just stayed home……"
But it was too late. He could never turn back now. Not after all that had happened he needed to do this. It was this or a guilt ridden life for as long as he lives – which probably wasn’t going to be long.
He slowly approaches the gloomy bunglow, which was shadowed under the cover of clouds, he took a moment to stare at the majestic mansion that had stood for years, – against rain or shine, it had held its ground – and had untold millions of rumors about being haunted, ghostly lights that roam the vast hallways, the emptiness inside was unspeakable. He stood in front of the wooden teak door and slowly reach for the door bell, he was aware that his heart was beating faster and faster like a drum solo was being performed in his chest, ready to burst out of his chest at a moment’s notice. With a heavy heart he presses the doorbell and seals his fate!
DING DONG, DING DONG.
The bell echo out into the compound and into his ears like a huge parade was going inside his ear! It rang and rang until finally, the doorknob started to turn, slowly at first, then the door was slowly pulled open, inch by inch. Its hinges squeak, a sure sign that it needed a few drops of oil…
A skeletal hand appear at the crack of the door, a voice ask what the man wanted, its face hiding in the shadows.
The man had suddenly lose his voice and made a sort of squeaking sound that was barely audible
"Speak up if you want to be heard boy!!"
The voice was hoarse and hollow. Each syllable sends a shiver down his spine. Making him sweat, he clear his throat and tries again, but to no avail.
He clears his throat one more time, and this time manages to squeak out what he was trying to say.
"You – your, pi-pi-pi-pizza i-i-i-is he-he-he-here, si-si-si-si-sir."
But it was too late. He could never turn back now. Not after all that had happened he needed to do this. It was this or a guilt ridden life for as long as he lives – which probably wasn’t going to be long.
He slowly approaches the gloomy bunglow, which was shadowed under the cover of clouds, he took a moment to stare at the majestic mansion that had stood for years, – against rain or shine, it had held its ground – and had untold millions of rumors about being haunted, ghostly lights that roam the vast hallways, the emptiness inside was unspeakable. He stood in front of the wooden teak door and slowly reach for the door bell, he was aware that his heart was beating faster and faster like a drum solo was being performed in his chest, ready to burst out of his chest at a moment’s notice. With a heavy heart he presses the doorbell and seals his fate!
DING DONG, DING DONG.
The bell echo out into the compound and into his ears like a huge parade was going inside his ear! It rang and rang until finally, the doorknob started to turn, slowly at first, then the door was slowly pulled open, inch by inch. Its hinges squeak, a sure sign that it needed a few drops of oil…
A skeletal hand appear at the crack of the door, a voice ask what the man wanted, its face hiding in the shadows.
The man had suddenly lose his voice and made a sort of squeaking sound that was barely audible
"Speak up if you want to be heard boy!!"
The voice was hoarse and hollow. Each syllable sends a shiver down his spine. Making him sweat, he clear his throat and tries again, but to no avail.
He clears his throat one more time, and this time manages to squeak out what he was trying to say.
"You – your, pi-pi-pi-pizza i-i-i-is he-he-he-here, si-si-si-si-sir."
No comments:
Post a Comment