Returning home
“I don't give a
fuck how fucking long that place has been in your family,” Tina
screamed as I stood by the car, staring at the dilapidated building
in front of me. “I will never set foot in there, let alone live in
it.”
“Jesus, Tina, once
it's done up it will be great,” I replied, over my shoulder.
“You are not
spending one fucking dime of our money on that.”
Ignoring her I
continued to stare at my late father's home, imagining what I could
do with it, if she would just stop nagging me all the time.
“I'm going to take
a look inside, are you coming?”
“Am I fuck,”
Tina snapped, as she started to shut the car window. “Just don't
take all fucking day.”
Walking toward the
house a chill coursed through my body, yet I continued forward and
gripped the front door handle. Turning it slowly I pushed the door
open and stepped inside, only for it to instantly slam behind me.
“Welcome home,
son,” my father's voice suddenly boomed out, causing me to spin
round and reach for the handle, which was no longer there.
©JSMorbius
5 comments:
OOhh,chills down my spine. Loved it, Julez :-)
Fuck! Gripping dialogue and what an excellent picture. Haunting and effective. Excellent, just excellent!
as ever, you never fail to get my pulse racing... Fantastic
Ooh, eerie teaser. I love it!
That place sure looks creepy, a great setting for an ominous tone.
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