The Whispering House
When my parents decided to move house I didn't really mind, we were living in a small terraced house which drove me crazy, my twin brothers were always running around, knocking things over and getting in my way so I was glad when my parents announced we'd be moving into a nice, big house.
However I didn't realise that a 'nice, big house' meant the one right on the edge of town, Harbour House had been left quiet for years. I think that it was once quite a grand house which had been abandoned (no one quite knew why) years ago and no one had lived there since then.
It had been abandoned before I'd been born, about fifty years before I was born I think. It was the sort of house that looked like a setting for a horror movie. Three floors, large, dirty windows, wooden panelling on the outside that had gone grey with age and a spooky atmosphere surrounding it.
Once as a dare from my best friend I had gone and looked in through the window, I looked through the glass in one of the front doors, it had been hard to make out much because of all the dust and dirt covering the glass but I'd managed to see a grand sweeping staircase to the right and a grand marble floor with a beautiful (if dusty) pattern embedded into it.
The day we moved went off without a hitch, my brothers were really over excited at the prospect of having a three story house to slowly destroy. I was excited too, I hadn't been to look around the house yet, my parents hadn't let me, they wanted me to see it for the first time when we moved in. I was hoping I'd be able to find a big room to have as my bedroom.
Because we were only moving across town our my parents friends who owned a van helped to move our stuff from our old house to Harbour House, they had to make several trips throughout the day but they got it finished in the end.
The estate agent had given my mum the key to the house the day before we moved, it was a big old key and with mum inserted it into the lock and turned it, it made a really loud clicking noise. I expected the door to creak when mum pushed it open but it didn't, it swung open easily. I hesitated on the threshold, mum noticed, smiled and said
'Rachael? What are you waiting for? Don't you want to go pick out your room?'
I nodded and headed towards the sweeping staircase.
The dust covering the stairs muffled my footsteps as I walked up them. I shivered slightly and pulled my grey Hoodie closer to myself. I looked around and noticed a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling; it was swaying slightly as though in a breeze even though there wasn't one.
I reached the top of the stairs and was facing a long corridor, at the end of the corridor there was another set of stairs. Doors lined either side of the corridor, I walked halfway door, picked a random door on the left and pushed it open.
A huge dusty bed stood in the centre of the room, it was dark because the blood red curtains were closed, a pinkish light was filtering through them, the room seemed peaceful, all the sounds of my parents moving our furniture into the house and been muffled when I walked into the room.
The bed had red covers on underneath the layer of dust the covered it. A large, looming wardrobe stood in the corner, I walked over to it and stretched my hand out to grab the handle. My hand closed around it and I turned it slowly, I heard a click and pulled the door open quickly. Then I screamed.