House Of Secrets - Original Writing

I saw my father, young and determined, working at the crack of dawn in the brickyard, while my mother stayed home to childproof their small apartment. Using the potent mixture of caffeine and chemicals contained in Mountain Dew, he was able to resist the urge to doze off during his daily classes. I saw myself running around the large oak tree that dwarfed our first house, and couldn’t help but smile as I thought about my mom, pregnant with my sister, walking me to the library to play with the puppets and pick up books about my favorite dinosaurs. I saw the terrifying night that the oak tree was stuck by lightning, and heard my mothers voice over the phone at school, eagerly telling me about my new baby brother. My stream of consciousness was broken as we entered the scorching area where they bake the bricks, but I quickly zoned out again as my grandpa began to explain the technical aspects of brickmaking. This time, the memories took place in a new house, as our cozy home had turned claustrophobic with the addition of a fifth member. Quiet walks to the library were replaced with chaotic days at the pool. The cards began to pick up speed, as I got deeper into my life. The dark years of middle school, when my hair covered my eyes and I

Suddenly my eyes flew open, the coldness slowly lingered away. My body felt warm. Almost as warm as how my mouth felt the last time I had sipped on my grandmother's tea. My grandmother always told me to have faith and to believe in the end everything would be alright. I felt the frigid saltwater against my skin. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t quite recall what had happened nor where I was. All that I could recall was hearing screams of innocent children and parents trying to comfort

I remember that storm as clear as day, I had just sat down for breakfast that fateful Sunday morning before church, when I felt a cold wind coming from the crack in the window

The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair.

Now as a person if someone looked outside they would see a dim gloomy sky, and the tides were clashing into the seashore. I was scared of how atrocious the weather was, but after a little while longer all of us got to the weather shelter. While in the shelter the power went off, and to make matters more appalling everybody could hear the thunder reverberating and booming outside. The thunder made me skittish, and the wind was howling as loud as a wolf. Moments later when the hurricane stopped, and it was okay to go outside everybody could see the deterioration done to the

I was brought out of my painful daze while looking down at my dad pouring vinegar and rubbing a credit card repeatedly over the sting. Not knowing what to expect I looked down to see that my shin had puffed up multiple inches and turned a purple color. I was escorted upstairs to the condominium and had strict instructions to stay on the couch in front of the sliding glass doors. I peered out to see the dark, eerie water filled with many unknowns. No longer was it a sight of beauty, it had turned into an ominous view that was filled with gloomy and painful memories. My eyelids slid shut as I tried to escape my once paradise, and now nightmare.

I stopped and stared, I thought to myself “How long have i been gone from society, never mind, all that matters is now!” I closed the door behind me. The fabric on the suit felt foreign to me even though I know I bought from the local pawn shop for a great deal. I stepped outside the room and saw Groves the man I came to dislike severely was still at attention, I looked at him in his blank brown eyes that showed no emotion, and he guided me to the outside. He opened the door, I slowly stepped out. The wind was blowing and giving off the smell of late fall, the trees with no leaves gave me memories of my house in Springfield. I keep walking and the old piece of crap car that I drove here. Groves proceeded and then opened the door, I sat inside and felt the interior, it was an unimaginable feeling being inside something that I owned I pulled down the sun visor to look at my son, Aiden, and my beautiful wife,

It was a normal day, beautiful even. The sky was clear, it was warm, you wouldn't ever think that today would take multiple lives. There were no clouds in the sky. Little did I know how much my life, and the inhabitants of my hometown, was going to change.

It felt like days had gone by before they actually started to go at work. By this time it seemed like the whole neighborhood was around my house watching as it took its last breaths. The yellow jackets finally climbed onto the enormous ladder that led to the rooftop, I heard a loud noise thinking it was the storm coming back to finish what it had started. Though it was just a chainsaw that the firefighters were using to cut open holes in my roof. My mom stared in horror, trying to keep it together, but a few tears slipping on her cheek as she watched her house crumble down right in front of her.

The blinding light coming from the outside poured into me. I grabbed the air reaching for water just like looking for an oasis in a desert. My eyes, yawned by the sun poking into my eyes and I realized that I was back in my house; my old jacketed

When I arrived home, nobody was there. The street was still as a statue. I was too scared to even think about what could’ve happened to my parents. I hid in the basement for four and a half hours while I prayed my family was still alive. Sitting there waiting seemed like it lasted an eternity. I was curious what was going on. I walked upstairs only to see the house completely ransacked. I heard nothing though I knew they had been here, but they didn’t find me. I had been able to survive the invasion but my family and the rest of my friends are gone and I am alone.

I was jolted awake to find myself bound to a tree, wet and shivering in the cold. As I freed myself, I tried to recall the night before.

Thick gray clouds hang in the sky like a cruel reminder that the beautiful autumn weather has passed and won’t return for another year. I breathe in another breath of cold air. That’s how I live now; time seems to pass second by second, breath by breath. I flashback to when it all happened.

The rusty, metal gate is broken and falling apart. I open the gate to let myself in as the wind blows by gently. The earthy and dead smells, like a cemetery are very unpleasant for me, but I can’t give up now. I need to know what happened to my family before they died. I know it wasn’t a suicide like the police said. I lost my family when I was nine; my dad, my mom and both of my grandparents. I’ve stayed at my aunt’s house ever since. And there’s never a day that I don’t miss them. As I slowly walk toward the house, I can tell how humid the air is, by my sticky skin is rubbing against each other. I’m blinded by the fog around the house as I step closer and closer. The place is silent, so silent that I could hear my own heart beating; fast

The Abandoned house stood there, with fog rising to the sky. Lights flickered being the only light in the dark….. The fog dragged a cold breeze, that sent a chill up my spine, this house has been here forever and nothing like this has ever happened before, I gulped and strolled into the cold night fog. As I approached the house, the door slowly opens and a Shadow steps towards me. The weather just dropped like 40 degrees, I don't like this at all.