It Smiled Back

The following story is completely fictional and thus should only be seen for your entertainment. Thank you for reading, and enjoy!

Chapter 1
It was a murky night out. A brick of fog hid the outside world. The wind pounded against my window with an angry fist. Rain was dropping a mile a minute. I was inside at the time, playing Minecraft as I usually would. That night was special, as my parents were out with some friends, and trusted me to keep out for the house for a few hours until they came back. Of course, I was going to take advantage of the now almost empty building. It was a paradise, I tell you. However, this time of triumph was not to last. According to my neighbors, the house I was in had some catastrophic"history." Of course I knew what they were referring to. Apparently, the house was haunted with the ghosts of the victims and their unfortunate past. This didn't really bother me, as I never really had much belief in the other side. But I was always a little curious as to if they were a real phenomenon. Moving on, I was still sitting on my chair, advancing at the game more and more as the night went on.

I was mining out a yield of iron, when I heard a bang located in a miscellaneous part of the house. The sudden noise made me jump a little, and I took a moment to look around in my room to see if anything had fallen over. Everything was still in their position, so I turned back to my monitor and continued. Another few minutes went by, and that's when the same noise took place for a second time, this time sounding like it came from a different part of the house. In fact, it almost sounded like it was getting closer to my bedroom door. Now that was weird, I thought to myself, hitting the pause button and standing up now. Another bang was heard, this time even closer to the door. That's when I thought I realized that someone must've intruded through the house, and were making their way up the stairs, which was where I was. I run to lock the door, and grabbed a baseball bat in the scenario that the supposed intruder was armed with a weapon of some kind. There was another bang, this time right in front of my now locked door. I try not to shriek, as I went to hide in my tiny closet. Now I was stuck crouched down in a closet that was not even my size. But that was only a small portion of the horror that was about to commence.

Suddenly, the knob on the door began to jiggle. The someone on the other side of that door was trying their damndest to barge in. The moment got intense, and my anxiety of the worst case scenario seized. The jiggling was turning into banging, as the unknown entity on the other side was slamming themselves against the door, hoping to pry it open with force. This is what I considered the end of me. I took a moment to realize that these were my last dying breaths before the intruder got in and found me, and ended my life right there. Suddenly, an eerie silence filled the house. I was sweating and in tears, terrified. A minute or two went by, and I was contemplating whether I should get out or not. Curiosity get the best of me, and I walked out of the closet, the bat still in hand. I slowly approached the door, lending a free hand out to reach for the knob. I unlocked the door, and slowly turned the knob, pulling back ever so slightly. I opened the door just enough to find nothing or nobody to be on the other side, waiting for me. Immediately, I click the door shut. My heart was pounding, and I'm left to wonder who or what was behind the door.

WIP