Creaker
I was watching a movie on the couch late at night and I heard some creaking and moaning of wooden boards above me.
Didn’t really think about it as the house is pretty old.
So I brought my attention back to the movie.
A few moments later, the creaking and moaning happened again.
This time longer.
I paused the movie and listened staring at the tv screen.
It was quiet now.
“That’s weird,” I thought to myself.
As soon as I was about to press play, a thud sounded above me on the second floor.
I immediately got off the couch caught off guard and stared at the ceiling peaking my instincts trying to listen.
Slowly walking to the upstairs, I kept my ears perked.
Little squeaks and creaks sounded, but nothing big.
I made my way listening to the small sounds and came to the spare bedroom door.
Pressing my ear against it and I heard a soft depressed voice.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."
A breathing gulp rang as cracks and moans came from inside.
Twisting the door knob, I held onto it going back in forth in my head wanting to open the door, but physically can't
as a crash rang and shallow breathing became rampant
Listening to it horrified, I closed my eyes and slightly pushed the door open.
The breathing stopped.
Slowly the door swings steadily and I open my eyes
to see a knocked over chair
and an old man dangling
with a woman's dead body on the floor.
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