Gabe Neumann (Crackers with attitude/Scary Stories)
October 28, 2010
The abandoned house sat there... day after day. Patrick, a seventeen year old high schooler, always heard stories about it. He heard that some college kids had too much to drink one night and went in it. Their whereabouts are still unknown. He lived only a block away from the house. Everybody in his neighborhood said that if you enter, you will be cursed for life.
On Halloween night, his friends dared him to enter the house for one second, then run out. He decided to do it. He ran in, and his friends slammed the door shut and held the door closed so he could not get out.
“GUYS STOP! ITS NOT FREAKING FUNNY, STOP IT!!!” he screamed. He saw motions behind him and started screaming even louder. He began to run to see if there were any other exits. He opened a door and it led him to a different room. He stood in it...quietly and shocked. There was an old man sitting on the floor. He had slightly swollen bloodshot eyes. His skin was dirty and cut up. He had a bald head with a huge scar across it. He just sat there, lighting matches, blowing them out, then lighting new ones. “Wha-What are you doing here?” Patrick asked. “You act like I have a choice...” the creepy man said. “ Do you need help?” asked Patrick. “Help? HA! Like anything can help me or this damned place...YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE COME HERE! YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME! NEVER! And believe me... you will be back.” Patrick then realized where he was and the man blew out the last match. The room went dark and the man disappeared. Patrick crept slowly to the back door and left the house.
He went to the front of the house where his friends were waiting. “You guys are jerks.” he said, and walked home. As he walked he noticed little matches lit on the cement next to him. He suddenly noticed a small flame on his pants, slowly burning his pants. He took his shoe off and smacked the flame with it, putting it out. After it went out there was no burn mark. He felt like he was loosing his mind. Was he?
When he got home he didn't tell anybody about what happened. He felt the urge to do something, but he did not know what. His fingers felt tingly. He heard strange voices. He was freaking out. His heart beat quickly. “Go to your basement.” the voices said. “GO NOW!” the voices screamed, making him jump. He slowly walked to his basement. A box of matches sat on a table in his basement. He approached it slowly, and lit a match. Suddenly he felt better, and safer. He put the box of matches in his pocket, jogged to a store, and bought twenty candles. Patrick walked home and set the candles all over his room, then lit every single one. This made him feel very comfortable, and protected. He went to sleep. In the middle of the night, Patrick woke up. His candles were going out one by one. He quickly got out of bed and lit a match, then re-lit the candles.
His parents thought he was acting odd, so the next day they asked if everything was going okay. Patrick replied, “Of course it is. I have just felt sick because of all the candy I ate last night. I am fine.”
Suddenly the room went dark and it started raining outside. “ I gotta go guys.” Patrick ran upstairs and all his candles were out. “ LIGHT THE CANDLES OR WE WILL...” He lit a match and the voices stopped, then lit the candles. He felt like leaving the house, so then Patrick grabbed an umbrella and a candle and left. He walked for fifteen minutes. He did not know where he was going. Suddenly the umbrella fell and broke. The candle went out. Patrick tried to light a match but the rain put it out. “HOW DARE YOU!!!” the voices screamed. “I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!” He saw movement around him then ran. “GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” the voices continued. The closest shelter he saw was the abandoned house. He ran inside it and lit the candle. The voices stopped. He went into the room where the old man was. He looked the same and was doing the same thing as before. Just lighting matches. “I told you you'd be back.” the man said “How do I stop them?” Patrick asked. “Stop them? HA! Fire is the only solution. Without fire you'd be dead. Fire is the only way.” he replied. “Why? Because of this house?” Patrick asked. “ I told you, you will never be the same.” He blew the match out and disappeared. Patrick left the house. The candle went out and with the voices following, he sprinted home.
The next day was school. All day he heard voices, and felt himself getting scratched. Patrick could not handle it and he felt very uncomfortable. He ran away from home and dropped out of high school the next day. He stayed in the house where the man was. He no longer thought he had lost his mind. He truly believed the reality of it all. He talked to the man every day about the voices, and the fire.
Thirty years later of living his life like that, a young seventeen year old boy walked into the house to find an old man lighting matches. “Who are you?” he asked. “Just somebody who made the same mistake as you.” the man replied.
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