My chapters are a little too short...

The moonlight shone in through the broken windows creating amazing shadows against the stilted floor. Silvery cobwebs clutched the dejected worn furniture abandoned to the house. The smell of old wood and dirt was terribly strong. James sneezed and sniffled, his eyes tearing in irritation. He turned on the flashlight and pointed it down a dark long hallway. The inside was in better tact than the outside led to believe, but that's not saying much.

Old clocks and worn furniture laid about the supposed living room. There were plenty of old things just arranged about. 'Hm, Jessie was right. Lots of antique stuff.' He examined an old settee covered in dust and mothballs. Though antique things are appealing, and James was fascinated, he didn't want to stick around any longer than he had to. He pointed the flashlight about the room.

'Worthless'

He felt his throat dry as he approached the dark hallway. Taking cautious steps down the hall he continued his excavation. Long doors stretched along parallel walls. The old pictures of people down the hall were captivating. James took a deep breath and examined them all with wonder. Their frames were worn and the photos tainted. James wasn't sure but they appeared to be stirring. He leaned in, squinting his eyes for close observation. The invisible stirring suddenly took a clear bluish form. Realization and disgust contorted his face. The bluish maggots squirmed about the tattered photos of people from a long time ago.

'They're all dead now…'

He uncomfortably backed away and continued down the hallway. The eyes of the black and white photos seemingly alive follow his quiet steps.

Cobwebs were all about him as he continued to explore the long stretch of hall. Down the hall a set of stairs is visible in the glow of the flashlight. He questioningly eyes the steps. 'Nah, least I need is to fall all the way through to the cellar.' He continues down the quiet hall. The hushed thudding of little rodent feet was wearing on his nerves. Just as he was becoming accustomed to the silence of the house a shrill disembodied creak is heard, shortly followed by a recognizable James squeal. Turning in panic, he spots one of the doors upstairs has just suddenly open.

'Just Ghastly's and Gengar's trying to scare me' he nervously assures himself. Beads of sweat run down his forehead. James shakily lifts the flash light to the opened door. After a few deep breaths he calms down. With great uncertainty he slowly creeps up the grating stairs.

The steps screamed with every gentle step he took. Holding his breath he made it up to the second floor. The second floor hall seemed identical to the first, except in length. The hall ended in a set of thin steps illuminated in moonlight. James stared at it pensively 'That must be the attic…'

He entered the room pointing the flashlight around. The room appeared to be a young girl's room. The room was beautiful. It rotted and thrived in parasites and yet still the thin bed frame draped in worn silk and web stood in elegance. All the well-designed furniture still, after all these years, stood fair in radiance. 'Wow, Jessie would love this stuff.' More photos were arranged about the room. One photo of a girl particularly caught his eye. He shyly walked over to get a better look. The girl in the photo was dressed lavishly in a velvety Victorian dress, long wavy dark hair hung down her shoulder. Her colorless eyes appeared strikingly alive with sensuality. James couldn't help but blush. 'She's cute…well, was cute…' He got a hunch that this beautiful room was once hers. He backed away and decidedly gave it no other thought. The colorless sensual eyes seemed to liven in desire as they trailed his steps away.

The light of the flashlight spotted a fine-looking old-fashioned boutique-counter set. He curiously approached it and glanced around the counter top. His face lit up in joy as he spotted a violet jewelry box decorated in gold and quartz.

'My bottle caps would look great in this box!'

Then the obvious thought hit him. 'I can take this for Jessie and finally get out of here.' Before picking up the decked out jewelry box he couldn't help but notice himself in a shattered mirror laid out before him. His reflection showed him covered in dust and web. If he didn't know better he would mistaken himself as a relic of the house. Suddenly, after a split second blink, something appeared out behind him. Behind him stood a hazy form of white light. His eyes widened; his body stiff. Before he could regain himself he let out a piercing scream dropping his flashlight. The flashlight fell thudding against the floor, the light going out.

Jessie stirred about nervously. She paced close by the gate gazing up at the house every now and then. After what seemed like an eternity of silence; a sharp scream echoed through the air. She gasped out and stared fearfully at the house. 'James…' She gulped, guilt stinging her heart. 'I…hope nothing happened.' Her heart ached. "Oh man" she complained nervously biting her lower lip. She cowered into some bushes near her and stared up at the house. 'I'm not going in their' she guaranteed herself. But she was sure that scream was James. She stared up uncertainly at the hanging doll now, its spinning and twirling slowly growing faster.

James stood trembling in the center of the lightless room. His eyes began to well with tears. "Help…" he whimpered out. 'I'm in a dark scary room all by myself.' He shakily lifted his hands up before him. He could still see the form of his gloved hand, the room wasn't pitch black. 'Or at least, I hope I'm by myself.' He looked about the floor searching for the flashlight. The flashlight didn't fall far from his feet. Picking it up he propped himself on the bed and tried to calm himself. 'Maybe the light I saw behind me was just the flashlights reflection bouncing off. But I didn't have the light pointing at the mirror' He twirled the flashlight about his fingers. 'I didn't have it pointing behind me. I'm pretty sure I had it facing down at the floor.' He hit his palm on the base of the flashlight. "Come on" he grumbled. After a few flickers it turned on. The shattered room was visible again.

He pointed the light at the oval mirror to be sure. The light shining off was nothing like what he saw. The light he saw had shape; a hazy human shape. Staring at the mirror he noticed red rust stains on the shattered glass. His eyes took a look of worry '…Blood…'