Pitch Black Nights

“They say when he lost it, he snapped all their necks…” The eldest mustered, the air released from his mouth fogging in front of him.

Three boys stood in front of the house everyone looked upon with fear… it wasn’t ordinary. Things like this just don’t happen; it wasn’t out of human nature but something evil. Something dark. The youngest and smallest boy shivered, digging his hands into his pockets and stared over the two-story home in awe. It was a regular looking home, it had windows and shrubs with pretty flowers in it during the summer. A big oak tree stood in the back, an old tire swing hanging from it. The door however… was the color of dark, stained red.

“But they found blood…” the middle one spoke, slightly trembling not just from the cold but the fact that he was in a house where someone was murdered. Someone died in this house… “You can’t bleed to death if your neck is broken.”

“He cut their limbs off, remember?” The youngest inquired, snickering at his friend who shivered at the thought. “Oh come on, you can’t be scared. You’re 13!”

“Shut up,” he snapped.

“I wonder… if the blood is still in there…” The oldest muttered, staring in awe at the house in front of him.

“They would have cleaned it up,” the middle said out loud. “After all… they are trying to sell it.”

“Blood stains,” the oldest stated as he brought his lips to the cigarette between his fingers. “Are the hardest to remove.”

The smoke came out smoothly, filtering out into the air as they all stood staring at house. “I want to leave,” the middle one spoke.

“Oh come on, don’t be baby-”

“I want to leave,” he stated, snapping his eyes towards the youngest and got him to roll his eyes.

He looked over at the house and his eyes widened… there she stood, by the window her hand placed on it as she sobbed silently. He took a step back, causing her to place her other hand on the window and cry out.

The oldest looked over at him, “You ok?”

The youngest looked back at his friend then over to the house, letting out a yelp as he pointed to the door. It slowly opened, the creaking as loud as day and he didn’t bother to stay long enough to see who opened the door. He took off in a sprint, the middleman behind him and the oldest chasing after them both.

The door slowly closed, the lock turning and all ceased for the night. Now it was time to wait… and so it waited.