Quivering Candles

[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   “Go on, Jack, don’t be such a girl!” my friends taunted.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   What did I expect, this was part of the deal after all. A stupid deal. The only reason I’m doing this is because my friends said that if I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t be considered a man. Not all boys can beat girls in arm wrestling but the girl who won was Carol—and trust me, she has arms as thin as twigs. All I had to do was go in, take a picture with my phone and get the hell out of there again. Although it was simple it didn’t make it any less scary for me. Nobody goes into the Dean’s house, not even the local cats which we seem to have an abundance of.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]  The Dean’s house is feared by everyone. Ever since the whole family hanged themselves in that house while attempting to burn it down. The fire service made it in top speed to put out the blaze, but not quick enough to stop the Dean’s from kicking away the chairs they were standing on. Rumour has it that the house was haunted way before the family moved in. The creepiest part of it all is that everyone who enters or lives in—I can’t remember which one—the house end up going suicide.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   Five years ago, people (teenagers older than me, I mean) tried to burn down the house but they were caught before they even went onto doing it. Truth is, the whole town is too scared to carry on the deed. On the bright side, I only have to take a single picture with my phone of the interior. Sure my reasons for this are stupid but it’s not easy when your brother is popular with everyone and I’m just a shadow that follows him. By doing this, I’m proving I’m somebody. I’m stronger than bony Carol.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   I took a deep breath and ran through the door-less entrance. This was a start, I was in the house. Wow, this house is cold. It’s one of the hottest summers we’ve had in Scotland and somehow it’s freezing in a house with no windows or doors, places where the heat could travel through, even at this time of the night. Surely it should be warmer.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   I fumbled in my jeans pocket for my phone in the near darkness. Hm…um…wait…got it! Now I just have to take a picture and—[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   That’s when I noticed a yellow glow coming from upstairs. It’ll just be Jamie and Ben, the two clowns of my group, playing a trick on me. They always do things like that. If there was such thing as the belt in this day and age, they’d get it over a hundred times at school. Instead they get warnings in some classes, punnys (punishment exercises) in others and the odd detention which they always skip when it’s the end of the day. The teachers are used to their banter now.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   I went half way up the staircase when I had a strong gut-instinct telling me not to go up there. Curiosity killed the cat. I’m not a cat though. I’m smarter than them. While they scratch their posts, I’m busy doing homework that’s due. I can’t see them solving algebra or trigonometry any time soon.[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   Once I was on the top landing, I went into a bedroom where the source of the light was coming from. Inside the room was nothing except for a small, circular table and an old-fashioned candle sitting in the middle of it, lit up. The tiny orange flame danced but there was no wind blowing through the window, as if the candle was quivering in fear. I yelled for Jamie and Ben to stop their stupid prank but nobody came, I was alone in the Dean’s house. Suddenly a cold voice whispered into my ear, “Run.”[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   I literally jumped out of my skin and attempted to run out the doorway when somehow something was stopping me. An invisible door? I didn’t understand. There is no door. Why can’t I get out? Then a new larger glow came out of the wall in the shape of a man. It was coming closer. I couldn’t escape it! I—[/font][/size]
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[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   I opened my eyes to find myself standing on a chair in the same room. The glowing man was gone. I was about to step off the chair when I realised there was a rope around my neck. I felt as if my body was being controlled. Now I’m at the edge of the chair. I couldn’t stop it. Wait, no…![/font][/size]
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[size=2][font=Times New Roman]   Jack was the last to be killed in the Dean’s house. He was the 54[sup]th[/sup] victim of the being who infested the house. When Jack had ‘taken his own life’, the community exorcised the house before bringing it down with a crane, but the mysterious being is still out there because it is unstoppable. And it still searches for its next new home…[/font][/size]

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