the closet

Alone in the house, I looked out the window. Something terrible had happened in the house across the street. As I saw the red and blue lights of the ambulances light up my house, I imagined the worst. Someone was beaten, or even worse, murdered. A few months went by, and still I was unsure of what had happened that night. The house now appeared vacant. It never went up for sale, and I never saw anyone move out. Everyone was just gone. The family that used to live there did seem very strange though, always hiding behind closed doors and never really leaving the house. No one really understood how they had enough food to survive, seeing as they never went to the grocery store. No one dared to go into the house though, everyone just continued to wonder. I was so curious, I decided to go to the police station to ask. They said that every police officer that had gone to the house disappeared, never to be heard from again. They had to close the case, because there was no way for them to gather evidence if everyone that went inside the house died. I tried to comprehend this, but I couldn’t. My curiosity lingered, and I decided that I was done wondering, I wanted answers. I was going into the house. Tonight. I could do it. When I entered the house, the first things I noticed were the walls. They were covered in blood. There was police tape in every room, torn apart and fallen. I noticed a peculiar smell, very faint, but terrible. I could smell it even more in each room I walked into. Finally, I walked into what appeared to be the master bedroom. There was the bodies of what looked to be every police officer that had ever gone missing inside or around the house. I wasn’t quite sure how many bodies there were, as they were completely mauled. I heard a voice coming from the closet. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but whatever it was, it was not human. I tried to run out of the house, but it caught me. Never run from your fears. I did, and now I am the one stuck hiding in the closet, waiting for another victim. If I had just walked towards the closet to see who it was, I may be alive today.

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