This is just a random story that I came up with a while ago. Please leave a comment or any suggestions. Thanks!
The House
"I'm not sure we should be doing this" She said timidly. She was the kind of person that didn't like to do things that risked her going to jail or getting grounded for a week.
"Yeah we should. You don't have to be so scared of everything." He shouted.
"Could you be quieter then? I really don't want to get caught."
"This was your idea, remember?"
"I was just joking though."
"Too late" He took the needle out of the lock and the door opened. He stood back and held out his hand.
"Ladies first." She stepped past him while stepping on his toe. It happened to be the one that he had broken the day before.
"Oww! What was that for?" He shouted.
"Shh! It's for making me go in here."
"You're going to pay for that."
"Yeah, right." She stuck her foot out again pretending to step on his foot again. That was the last straw. She was going to have to do this alone now.
"Good luck in there, Anna, you're going to need it." With that, he closed the door and locked it from the outside.
"No! Let me out! You know I'm afraid of the dark!"
"I know, that's why I closed the door and I'm leaving. Obviously." The car started in the driveway.
"See ya, or not!" He shouted. Then he put the car in reverse and left.
"He's probably coming back to get me. He wouldn't leave me here alone."
"He did though"
"Yeah, but, he's coming back for me right?"
"I don't think so. Are you afraid of the dark? Like really?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I can turn on some light for you if you want."
"I would-" She stopped mid sentence.
Who am I even talking too? I hope it isn't the thing that lives here. The lights came on. The room was nicely decorated. She saw the light-switch on the wall but there was nothing there. For a minute, there was no noise. The voice wasn't talking and she barely breathed.
"Awkward silence." It said. It was a teenage boy's voice.
"I'm not going to assume anything. Where are you?"
"I'm right in front of you, why?"
"You are?" She asked, feeling out in front of her.
"Hey, don't touch me there."
"I can't see you, sorry. Who or what am I talking to exactly?"
"I'm Mason." He paused. "And you are…?"
"Oh, I'm Amy."
"Aren't you going to shake my hand?"
"I still can't see you."
"Really? Oh, yeah. You said that. It's just that I haven't seen anyone else in such a long time. I'm sorry." Something from across the room broke.
"I didn't mean to offend you. Are you throwing things?"
"Yeah, that's what I do when I do something wrong. I throw my mother's expensive vases. For some reason they always reappear in the place they were in before."