The Abandoned house The Story

*The abandoned house looms before Bobby and Rick, its windows dark and broken. Creeping vines cling to the decaying walls.*

Rick: Dude, this place gives me the creeps. Did you hear that weird sound?

*A sudden creak echoes from within, followed by what sounds like someone humming an unsettling tune.**The humming grows louder as you both approach the front door, which sways slightly in the wind.*

Bobby: Let's get out of here man, this isn't worth it. Something's definitely not right.

*A shadow flickers across the broken windowpane, disappearing into the darkness inside.**Before either of you can turn back, the door creaks open slowly, revealing a dimly lit hallway filled with bloodstains.*

Rick: Did you...did you push that door? Because I didn't touch it.

*The humming transforms into a raspy chuckle, echoing from somewhere deep within the house.**A faint metallic smell wafts from inside, mixed with something sickeningly sweet. Something moves in the shadows.*

Bobby: RUN! I think someone's...cooking...

*The sound of chopping suddenly stops, replaced by heavy footsteps approaching the doorway.**As you both stumble backward, a figure emerges from the darkness - a man wearing an apron stained dark red, holding a bloodied cleaver.*

Owner: Welcome to my kitchen, boys. Would you like to be my special guests for dinner? *The man's eyes gleam with an unnatural hunger as he steps into the moonlight, revealing a face partially covered in dried blood.*

Rick: Please...we won't tell anyone...just let us go!

*He takes another step forward, dragging something heavy behind him - what appears to be a freshly harvested leg.**The air grows thick with the scent of decay as the man smiles wider, revealing bloodstained teeth.*

Owner: Oh, but you're already part of my collection. Nobody ever leaves once they find my house.*He raises the cleaver, moonlight glinting off its edge as he starts advancing faster.*

Bobby: RUN! Split up! We can confuse him!

*The man suddenly points at Bobby with his free hand, fixing him with an intense stare.*

Owner: You'll make a particularly juicy filet, boy. I can tell you're tender.*Bobby bolts left while Rick runs right, both disappearing into different parts of the house.*

*The sound of the cleaver hitting a nearby wall echoes through the house as the man chooses to pursue Bobby first.**The walls are lined with preserved body parts in jars, some still moving slightly. Bobby finds himself trapped in a dead-end hallway.*

Bobby: Help! Anyone! Please...

*The sound of heavy breathing grows closer, accompanied by the rhythmic thud of the man's cleaver hitting the floor with each step.**As Bobby frantically searches for an escape route, he spots a trapdoor above him. The footsteps are almost at the hallway entrance.*

Owner: I can smell your fear, boy. The sweetest seasoning.

*The trapdoor creaks open slightly, revealing a dark crawlspace.**Bobby scrambles up into the crawlspace just as the cleaver swings through the air where he was moments ago.*

Owner: Come back down here and play with me! The hunt is the best part!

*Dust and cobwebs fill the tight space as Bobby crawls deeper into the darkness, desperately trying to stay silent.**The crawlspace opens into a larger attic area, illuminated by moonlight streaming through a cracked window.*

*Below, you can hear Rick's terrified screams echoing through the house.*

Owner: Found you, Rick! Time to marinate!

*The sound of Rick's pleading grows weaker, followed by disturbing gurgling noises.**Bobby spots an old rope hanging from the rafters, leading to a partially open window. The screaming has stopped.*

Owner: Now where did you go, Bobby? I still need one more ingredient...

*Footsteps can be heard climbing the attic stairs, getting closer to your hiding spot.**Bobby quickly ties the rope to a sturdy beam, securing it to a nearby wooden crate. The attic door starts creaking open.*

Owner: Come out, come out... I promise it won't hurt... much.

*The sound of heavy boots echoes across the attic floorboards, drawing closer to where you're hiding behind a dusty chest.**As the man rounds the corner, Bobby makes his desperate move - swinging down from the rope towards the window.*

Owner: NO! MY MEAT! GET BACK HERE!

*The man lunges forward but misses as Bobby dangles precariously near the window, his escape within reach.**The rope suddenly snaps, sending Bobby plummeting toward the ground below. He manages to grab the windowsill at the last moment.*

Owner: *reaches out from the attic window* You're only delaying the inevitable, my special ingredient.

*The house seems to groan with the man's frustration as Bobby desperately tries to pull himself up.**Bobby's fingers slip slightly on the windowsill, the man's bloodied hand inches from grabbing his ankle.*

Owner: The fall will break your legs perfectly for serving. Just let go and accept your fate.

*The moonlight catches something shiny in the man's other hand - a carving knife.**Summoning his last bit of strength, Bobby kicks wildly at the man's reaching hand.*

Owner: ACK! *recoils momentarily* You little-

*Seizing the opportunity, Bobby pulls himself up through the window and bolts across the yard.**The man's enraged scream echoes through the night as Bobby runs for his life.*

Owner: YOU CAN'T ESCAPE MY PROPERTY! NO ONE LEAVES MY FOREST ALIVE!

*Behind you, multiple lights flicker on throughout the house, revealing dozens of hanging bodies swaying in the attic.**As Bobby reaches the treeline, he spots several fresh graves marked with crude wooden crosses in the moonlit clearing.*

Owner: *emerges from the house, dragging Rick's body* The forest is my kitchen, boy! And I'm the chef!

*The man begins whistling that same unsettling tune as he drags Rick's corpse toward a waiting grave.**You notice something strange about the fresh graves - they're all marked with dates from this month, some still fresh.*

Owner: *calling out while digging* I've got a whole dinner party planned for tonight! You two will just be the appetizers!

*The sound of metal hitting bone echoes through the forest as the man continues his gruesome work.**As Bobby stumbles deeper into the forest, the sound of multiple footsteps crunching leaves can be heard behind him.*

Owner: *multiple voices now, laughing and whispering* Run all you want, we've got all night to play tag.

*The trees seem to close in around you, while distant lights from the house begin appearing among the trunks.**Through the trees, you spot movement - more people emerging from different directions, all carrying tools.*

Owner: The family reunion is starting early! And you're the guest of honor!

*The group spreads out, surrounding Bobby in a coordinated hunting pattern.**One of the figures steps forward - an elderly woman holding a cleaver, wearing an apron stained with dark red.*

Grandma: Don't be shy, dear. We've prepared a special place for you in the family recipe.

*The others close in, forming a tightening circle around your position.**The moonlight reveals more of the forest - several makeshift sheds with smoke rising from chimneys, and what appears to be a freshly butchered deer hanging from a tree.*

Grandpa: *approaches from behind* Stop right there, son. It's time to come home and meet your new family.*Bobby realizes with horror that the "fresh" deer is actually a human torso, stripped of its head and skin.*

Grandma: We've been waiting for someone young and healthy to add to our menu for months.*The family closes in tighter, their faces illuminated by moonlight - all bearing the same manic, hungry smile.*

Grandpa: *raises a bloodied cleaver* Let's make this quick before morning comes. The neighbors might hear the screaming.*One of the younger family members - a teenage girl - steps forward, holding what looks like Bobby's backpack.*

Teen: Found his stuff by the road. Can we keep him for a while? I want to practice my... carving skills.

*The girl pulls out Bobby's hunting knife, testing its edge with a disturbing smile.**The family exchanges excited glances at the girl's suggestion.*

Dad: *to the teen* Maybe we should take him to the basement first. The concrete walls absorb the screams better.

*The ground beneath Bobby's feet feels unstable as he realizes he's standing on a hidden trapdoor.**Before Bobby can react, the trapdoor suddenly gives way beneath him.*

Grandma: *as he falls* Welcome to our underground kitchen! We've got all the tools you need to stay fresh!

*The last thing he sees is the family's twisted smiles disappearing above as the trapdoor slams shut.**The darkness of the basement envelops you, accompanied by the sickening sound of chains rattling nearby.*

Unknown voice: *whispers in the darkness* You're not alone down here... help me...*A pale hand reaches out from the shadows, attached to what appears to be a barely conscious woman strapped to a metal table.*

Unknown woman: *weakly* They... took my legs first... you need to run... before they start on you...*Footsteps echo above as someone descends the basement stairs.*

Teen: *calling down* Hope you like company! Grandma's bringing the saw. She says you'll make a nice addition to her collection of... 'pieces'.*The basement lights flicker on, revealing shelves of human body parts preserved in jars.*

Grandma: *appearing at the bottom of the stairs* Oh good, you've met our previous guests! They were such sweet visitors too.*The woman on the table lets out a terrified whimper as Grandma approaches with a gleaming saw.*

Grandma: Now, who should I start with? The fresh meat... or my favorite collection piece? *points to a jar containing a floating face**Grandma turns to Bobby with a disturbingly maternal smile, while the teen films the scene with her phone.*

Grandma: Don't worry dear, I'll make this quick. Just hold still while I measure your thigh bone for my new display cabinet.*The woman on the table suddenly lunges forward, trying to bite Grandma's arm despite her restraints.*

Grandma: *slaps the woman hard* Naughty! You'll spoil my dinner show. Maybe I should take your jaw next.*The woman slumps back, blood trickling from her mouth as Grandma advances toward Bobby with the saw.*

Grandma: Now, let's get you strapped down before you're no longer... cooperative.*The teen helps her grandmother secure Bobby to a nearby chair while humming a nursery rhyme.*

Grandma: This one has such lovely skin... perfect for my next art project.*The teen positions a camera directly in front of Bobby, making sure to capture his face.*

Teen: This one's gonna be a real screamer. I can tell. *giggles while adjusting the lens**Grandma runs her hand along Bobby's face, her touch cold and clinical.*

Grandma: Just like my daughter-in-law. Made such beautiful sounds when we started on her.*The sound of a car pulling up outside briefly distracts them.*

Teen: Dad's home with fresh meat! Looks like we'll have company for dinner too!*The basement door creaks open again, revealing a large man carrying what appears to be a struggling woman over his shoulder.*

Grandma: Perfect timing! Come help me with this one first, dear.*The man drops his victim on the floor, revealing a young woman with duct tape over her mouth.*

Man: Got us another fresh catch. She put up quite a fight.*The woman on the floor tries crawling toward the stairs, but the teen quickly stomps on her hand.*

Teen: Where do you think you're going? The fun's just beginning!*The basement door suddenly slams shut, and the lights begin flickering ominously.*

Grandma: Oh dear, looks like the generator's acting up again. More darkness means more... creativity!

Whahahaha.

The end

10/13/2025 by Scaryforyourealscary