9/11 Short Stories

“I think we’re old enough to be in the barn after dark.” Eva pushed the door closed to block the biting cold wind. Still, it slammed against the wall, causing the aging building to moan and creak in protest, mimicking the mood of her heart as she remembered the events of the last few days. She wasn’t really one for

Day after day, we would pass the mansion building on our way to and from school. Branches of vines and clusters of moss crawled up the sides of the building. I could see the paint, tearing off the walls. People for years have said the mansion building is haunted, but I don’t believe it. They say people have been possessed and killed there. Olivia, of course, believes every detail anyone tells him. To teach him a lesson, we decided to plan to spend the night in the mansion building this Saturday.

“The ghosts, dear,” she said. “Everyone knows the house on the corner of Walsh and Bishop—your house—is haunted.”

“I can’t wait for the haunted house adventure in the old mansion near 13 main street!” said Sadie. “I bet it's going to be fun,” said Carter “ But good thing we found this old cabin to stay in while we wait for the rain storm to pass,” said Amos. “I wonder who lives here and why does it smell like dead meat.” voiced Carter. “Who cares who about I just want to know what the owner going to think when he sees three teenagers in his

“First, there is a ghost. Annoying, but a run of the mill ghost. Then we can’t find the body because there was another monster here fifteen years before. Only to find out, surprise, he is still kicking around. And now, we possible have a warded house with a possible witch?”

“I need to go to the bathroom! I shall return.” Angelica says jumping out of her chair. Sarah and I nod our heads as we continue to watch Silent Hills, since we finished the Outlast video.

"Well ... there's a whole bunch of doors in this long hallway, and there's a big scary guy around the corner. Also there's a staff only sign at the front of the hallway. Oops. Maybe I shouldn't be here ..."

Logan rolls his eyes through the mirror, "The safe house in philly? We haven't been there in years. We should go there, right?" He asked me

“Well, for one thing it didn’t stink like this when I found it,” she wrinkled her nose at the stench. Urgh, just how many ghosts could one building house? Maybe some of them had formed together to make some sort of weird, super-ghost. She wasn’t sure if that was a thing that actually happened, but if there were tons of ghosts all focused on something it didn’t seem that unreasonable. She didn’t mention her original plan was to make Cloud go in afterwards.

“Good, and I know, I know. But who knows you might actually like it there.”

“Whoa!” They both said in unison. They stared at their new “home” mouths gaping. Inside were many roughly built building covered in dust from the

"Truly a beautiful house and with all your..." I can see the woman struggle for words.

“Sure, not a problem. Let me finish this, and I’ll go over there.” Tomasz says.

“I think this used to be some kind of shop.” Pointing the camera into a shadowed building, I capture silver racks with a few lonely articles of clothing hanging off them, and many lumps of fabric sitting on the glass-littered floor. Picking my way across the room, I find a table with a few sad, moth-eaten hats still

“Just give it a chance, why don’t you? You never know what you may find. Now come on, we want to look around before nightfall.”