Haunted Warehouse

After a dare given to them by Amelia's older brother, three best friends make a trip to a haunted warehouse. Amelia, Brittany, and Emily get locked inside and have no way of getting out. Spirit voices, blood, and bones are just enough to leave the three chilled to the bones. *This was written for spooky story contest*


2. Chapter 2


            As the cold wind gushed through the trees, all four teenagers clutched their jackets tighter and quietly made their way through the forest. Adam stood in front as the leader while the girls followed him, huddled as close together as possible. The only light they had was from Adam’s flashlight. Amelia’s eyes darted back and forth, not sure of what was to come. The only sound was from their footsteps crunching the leaves and the animals scurrying away.

            Like he claimed, they soon reached a clearing very close to the cabin and right in the middle, was an average sized warehouse. The main door was barred closed with wood as were the windows. The shingles from the roof were coming apart and the building looked like it was about to collapse

            Adam turned around, his flashlight on the three girls, “You guys ready?”

            All three girls took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Yes,” Amelia nodded and took out her own flashlight, flicking it on.

            She stood in the middle, Brittany on her left and Emily on her right, both holding her hands. “Let’s do this.”

            Adam gulped and let them go. He really wasn’t lying when he said the story was true but when he gave them the dare, he didn’t really think they would take it. He was scared himself, he didn’t want them to get hurt and not only did he not want them to get in trouble, he didn’t want to get himself in trouble.

            Without turning back, the trio walked to the side and climbed through a window that was slightly open. Luckily for all three of them, they were all small enough fit through without hurting themselves.

            They set their bags in the corner and inspected the area, using only their flashlights as light.

            “It’s not that bad.” Emily said and then took a glance at her Hello Kitty watch, “We still have 1 hour and 35 minutes before we’re out of here.”

            Brittany rolled her eyes and took a seat on the floor, “Whatever, Adam’s just trying to scare the living daylights out of his. He probably made the whole thing up.”

            Amelia shrugged. “You never know,” she muttered.

            Fifteen minutes later, the girls were almost sound asleep when Amelia heard it.


She quickly sat up and looked around. Murmuring, “It was probably the wind,” she lay back down and closed her eyes.

            Again she heard it. “Heeeeeeeeeeellllllllllp.” This time, it was clearer.

This time, she got up and shook both her friends awake. “You guys, I swear to God I just heard something.”

            The other girls quickly stood up and turned their flashlights on. Turning it from left to right, and up and down, they saw nothing.

            “Who’s there?” Brittany called out, the bravest of all three.

            Not a sound was heard but right when they turned the flashlights off, they heard it again.

            “Heeeeeeeeeeellllllllllp,” The voice was more pronounced making it sound like a raspy young boy.

            The girls looked at each other in fear and when Emily called out, “Adam, it’s not funny!” they heard it yet again.

            “Pllllleeeeaaassseeeee heeeeellllllp.”

            The hair on the backs of their necks rose and they stood there, frightened.

            Emily inhaled and when she exhaled, she whispered, “What do we do?”

            Grabbing her bag, Brittany hissed, “What do you mean what do we do? We leave!”

            Amelia and Emily scrambled to grab their belongings and retraced their steps back to the window. What they found was not what they expected. The window was blocked by something from the outside and no matter how much they tried, it wouldn’t budge.

            Amelia pounded the wood with both hands. “Let us out!” She yelled. Frustrated, she tried again, “Adam, I swear to God, when I get out of he—”

            She wasn’t able to finish when they heard another voice, a girl’s one this time.

            “Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassseeeeeee. Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassseeeeeee”

            “I don’t think it’s Adam,” Emily whispered and then threw her hands in the air, “Now what?”

            “Now we spread out,” Brittany pointed her flashlight to her best friends and pushed her bag higher on her arm.

            Slapping her best friend’s arm, Amelia shrieked, “Are you crazy? Is there some screw loose in your head? This place is haunted and you want us to freakin’ spread out?!?!”

            “Then what are we going to do? Wait until Adam comes back or wait for whatever is here to come after us?” Brittany stepped forward, “You guys do whatever you want but I’m finding a way out.”

            With that, she stalked off leaving Amelia and Emily standing alone, shocked.

            “Now what?” She whimpered, rubbing her arms. For some reason, it was really cold, even with a jacket on.

            “Now we do as Brit said, spread out.”

            “Wait, what?”

            Without any hesitation, Amelia instructed, “You go that way.” Pointing to the right, she went on, “And I’ll go this way.”

            And like Brittany, she too went her way.


            “Oh my God,” Emily whimpered and taking her bag and flashlight, she went the opposite way of Amelia.


            As the other girls searched for ways out, Brittany walked down an empty hall, her eyes looking out for any weird things.

            “Let uss ooouuuutttttt.”

            She jumped and tugged on her collar, loosening it. “Who. Is. There?” She demanded.


            When she set her eyes on a doorknob, she ran to it, praying it was the way out. She pushed it lightly and luckily it opened. Unfortunately, it was just a big empty room with cobwebs all over the place. She took notice of the desk and chair in the middle and continued inspecting. Out of the corner of her eye, there was a slight movement.

            “Who’s there?” She called out, pointing her flashlight to the desk.

            She backed away, her flashlight still at the desk, when she heard a voice. This time it was as if the person were standing right next to her, whispering in her ear.

            “Help,” The voice was of a little girl, raspy and cracking in the end.

            Brittany screamed and ran out as fast as she could, not looking back. The only thing was that she had no idea what she heard and who it was. The one thing she knew was that she had to get the hell out of there.

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