Creeeeaaaaak

The old rotted wooden door opened to allow you entrance to the abandoned house. Gravestone Manor, said to be a haunted house, belonging to a family of gravestone makers. The last living relative had died over 100 years ago if rumors were to be believed.

Walking further into the house, you have only the dim moonlight to guide you. Flashlights could alert people driving by to your trespassing. Floorboards creak underneath you, seeming amplified in the utter silence, as if the sound were being played on a speaker. The air is musty and every surface seems covered with dust.

Wind blows in through a window that had been shattered. Tattered remains of a curtain flutter gently. The wind is, thankfully, a gentle breeze tonight.

Going further into the house, you come across a stairway leading up. Supposedly that is the best view in town, you just have to be brave enough to try.

Right as you go to take a step-

Thud

A sound comes from overhead. Perhaps something fell over?

Thud

It’s getting closer. You get the sense you are not alone. Racing for the door, you find it locked, unwilling to budge. Where windows used to be only solid walls remain. An eerie voice echoes through the space.

“Welcome to Gravestone manor”

The sound of something slithering across the floor is heard off to your right.

“Survive the night and leave with your life. Perish and you’ll join us.”

A sound off to your right and a table sits there, a single light illuminating it. A backpack sits there, claw marks ripped into the fabric, and a name that is not your own. You get the sense that you are not the first to be given access to this backpack. A quick look inside and you spot candles, matches, a flashlight, granola bars, a water bottle, and a single battery.

The slithering sound seems to be getting closer. What will you do?