If you’d asked me if I’d believed in demons, I would have said no. That was until, Friday the 13th October 2003...
Along the streets of an abandoned town, me and my friends dared to explore a giant, dusty manor. As we kept staring at the decaying manor, the lights started to flicker and curtains jolted. Then, as quick as it started, it stopped. No sign, nothing...
As we stumbled towards the small, oak door, the door suddenly creaked open. We dragged ourselves forwards and stared at each other. “Hold up,” Darcy whispered. “Why don’t we just go inside and see what’s in there?” Reluctantly, I agreed. Suddenly, something we never expected happened...
The shadows seemed to thicken around us, as we moved deeper into the building. Our torchlight revealed strange marks scratched into the walls.
They looked like messages, but most were too faded to read. Then one of the sentences appeared clearly in the beam of light. We both glared at the message.
The light started to flicker. I called my friend loud and clear. Silence. I felt a prickly sensation at the back of my neck. There was a powerful smell of decay. I felt a cold, strong hand round my neck. Then everything went pure black...
By Samathy.