My neighbors that occasionally play in his backyard.
My family and I were at my uncle’s house for the weekend just to hang out with him. I was like six at the time and there were no kids my age, so I asked my uncle Canute. He’s said he had some neighbors that occasionally play in his backyard. I went to go look it smelled like a forest the kind of forest you go in for an afternoon run with long but not too long grass.There were two boys playing soccer they looked like they were about the age of seven, just a year older than me. The one on the left had a green under armor hoodie and some black shorts and shoes. The other kid on the right, he was wearing a blue and gray sweater with some khaki shorts. I asked him If I could play with them the one on the left responded with a confused look and child voice “Are you good at football,” he stood tall, setting his right foot on the soccer ball I didn’t know that there was another word for soccer at the time so I was kinda confused. “Do you mean soccer”? I said. I don’t know their names, so I’ll call the one on the left Jack and the one on the right John. Jack looked at me with a red face I thought he was mad, then he burst out laughing. John turned to me “He cracks up when somebody calls football, soccer,” he said, bending his fingers making air quotes.He took him and brought him back to his feet.I looked up ahead, and I saw an old barn house, it looked like it was like I think half a mile away, I wasn’t sure since was young at the time. Asked if anyone was living over there.”Does anyone live over at that farm over there.””My Dad said it had been deserted for years,” Jack said. This barn house was a gold mine for three adventuresome small boys like ourselves, especially after John told me stories about the deaths that took place in that house. It was a pretty classical story a normal man goes crazy and slaughters his entire family commits suicide and returns every night as a pissed of spirit looking for new prey. Even at the age of six, I knew they were most likely making up at least the adorn old rumors, but looking at the house.It looks like would have those horror houses that you go on Halloween. The rotten wood, messed up the windows with a bulk of dust covering the inside of the window I finally bought it One afternoon we decided to play hide and seek it was my turn to hide Jack was throwing a fit because he wanted to go again but the john bribed him with a sucker. I ran off the feeble brown barn that had a residence built on top and escalated up the stairs looking for a good spot there was still movables inside and personal belongings laid scattered across the floor. I maneuvered over broken dishes, scraggy clothes and torn up books eventually coming to a tiny room with a wardrobe. Jackpot there were even long black dresses still hanging on the rod that I could hide Behind I stepped inside and managed to force shut the folding door my only illumination was a slit of sunlight that shone through the crack through the crack in the door from a nearby window I crouched down with knees tucked against my chest and waited some time passed and there was still no sign of my seekers. I waited some more debating if and when I should give myself up after nearly an hour this was starting to get boring my head drooped. I woke up with a jerk it was pitch black drowsy and confused I forgot for a minute where I was or what I had been doing. As it came back to me the realization that it was now nighttime and that I had been abandoned here filled me with sinking dread in the pit of my stomach. I tried to get up but a sudden cramp in my calf kept me grounded I squirmed about waiting for it to pass when I heard a door slamming shut downstairs and instantly froze. Was it Jack or John there was a brief period of silence then footsteps at the bottom of the stairs, but not just footsteps a thud after every other step these weren’t the footfalls of a child they were slow heavy deliberate? I held my breath praying they would go away they made not the noises continue to ascend after another moment of silence the walking resumed this time along with steady scraping sound, like something heavy being dragged across the floorboards. The footsteps made their way through the debris and wandered aimlessly through various rooms. I thought I could smell something faintly putrid. The constant scrape sent cold shivers coursing down my arms and back.My worst fears were realized when the steps reached the bedroom doorway. They got closer, and closer, and finally stopped directly in front of the closet door. I couldn’t see a thing. After an agonizing pause, they continued on, over to the other side of the room and out the doorway. They faded away down the hallway.I waited for what seemed like an eternity. There were no more sounds now, and I was trying to build up enough courage to open the door and flee. Three things happened simultaneously just then I was. I was bombarded with a smell I can only describe as fresh roadkill. I heard raspy breathing behind me in the dark closet. And I felt hot breath against the nape of my neck.That was enough for me to hurtle myself out of the confines of that nightmare space, relying on memory and scant moonlight to navigate through the darkened house. All the while I heard footsteps chasing me, closing with terrifying speed. Step-step-step-step, It was a clumsy, tortuous escape, full of trips and bumps and blind stumbling.I never looked back, at least not until I had burst out the front door and into the country night. And when I did turn around, I saw – absolutely nothing. There were no more footsteps, and nobody was chasing me. That didn’t stop me from running through, all the way back to my aunt and uncle’s house.There was a police car in the driveway when I got back. My parents were there too, worried sick. Everybody demanded to know where I’d been. Apparently, when my cousins still hadn’t found me by evening, they’d returned home to tell their parents. Eventually the police were called in, and informed me they had already scoured every building on the farm. The insinuation that I was lying about my whereabouts didn’t go unnoticed. None of it made any sense.