drafts

a collection of short stories i will write.
**note that none of these stories will be edited

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2. cobwebs

What happened to fimilar faces that I've come to miss?

 

Cobwebs covered the front door of the old house and I heard Emily shudder from behind me.

 

"Man up, wimp." I hiss.

 

"I'm a girl!" She whispers in a harsh tone.

 

"Why the hell are you whispering? We're alone!" I give her a look.

 

She looks at me like I'm mentally ill. "There could be ghosts here."

 

"You-- Oh my God, spare me." I muttered. "Shut up and follow me."

 

I pull the cobwebs away with my bare hands, flicking a Daddy Long Legs off of my wrist in the process. Emily almost loses her lunch.

 

I turn the doorknob and push inwards on the door, but it doesn't budge.

 

"Come on now," I mumble.

 

I kick the door right next to the rusty-gold knob and the hinges give in and the door collapses.

 

"Ah, yes," I sigh in content as I step into the old, vacant house.

 

Emily hesitantly follows me and almost breaks her neck when a group of bats fly over us and out the door.

 

"Momma's home!" I shout loudly for no reason in particular.

 

"You don't even live here," Emily states.

 

"Yet!" I correct with a crooked grin on my face.

 

"What's that supposed to mean?" A voice asks.

 

An idea pops into mind and Emily shrieks loudly.

 

"Who was that?!" Emily screams.

 

"Why, it was me!" An old woman replies from the main room.

 

"Hi, ma'am." I reply without hesitating.

 

Emily books it, probably running home.

 

"Is this place still vacant?" I ask.

 

"Still? Darling, I've lived here for 140 years." She replies.

 

"That's-- That's impossible, ma'am. You seem in your eighties at least." I chuckle.

 

"Lies!" She shrieks in a demonic voice, her face deforming and eyes turning to pools of black. "And now you'll be trapped with me!"

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