3 points - anniemation 2 points - Dialyn 1 point - Tresamie

I went to visit my Grandmother the other day, and on my way I noticed a house that I had never seen before. This rickety old house with windows boarded up and the door half off its hinges, seemed to speak to me, as though it was calling my name. I couldnt tell weather it was the cold air whisking past my face, or the fact that I was completely alone, but I could swear I heard my name each time the wind would blow. Very slowly I walked toward the house my curiosity had taken hold of me. The closer I got the house seemed to grow. Its red painted siding nearly faded completely out from season after season. Why did I never notice this house before, I have walked this way to my grandmothers house for years now. I drew closer to see upon the gate, the yard was a waste land, of dirt, and weeds. As the wind blew again it was like a mini dust storm that forced its way across this graveyard. I opened the gate to walk in, I didnt want to go any further the hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up, but I was compiled to continue, I had to keep going something was driving me further and further. I stepped onto the porch with the creaking sounds of the ages that this house has stood bare for so long. I tried to look through a window and saw nothing at all. The door had not been locked as I turned the knob. Terror was rushing over me, fear had consumed me, but I could not stop, I had to keep going, I had to. Sweat was pouring down my face and freezing in the October air. I placed my right foot in to this house waiting for a moment to make sure it was safe. After I placed my left foot inside and closed the door behind me I noticed everything. The lights where on, how I did not know. A small fire was burning with a crackle of warmth. Pictures hung on the wall as though they had just been placed. Faces of a mothers, fathers, and Ccildren filled the place, each one looking straight in to my eyes. I felt another shock of fear, where they looking at me, I mean really looking at me. I turned away swearing to not let them get the best of me. As I walked towards the next room I almost felt as if I was floating some force pushing me to were they wanted me to go. This family room was very nice. An expense taste of couches, chairs, and tables. Above the fire place another mural. But this one was different from the others. The man and woman in this painting seemed depressed and lifeless. I did not notice them in any of the others. But I did not have time to contemplate the matter as I felt myself beginning to move again. Up the stairs to another level I tried to stray and wonder a bit, but I could not walk away. I pushed my leg to move forward again, and instead began to climb the stairs once more. I came to a door much nicer than the rest, solid oak with a brass handle and golden letters that spelled out Attic. I took a deep breath opened the door. My fear had vanished; I was calm and felt at home in my own house. The attic was filled with toys, and games. A doll with red hair and a green dress sat upon an antique chair. A cute little purple tea kettle in front of her, and a grey teddy bear that seemed to want to walk up to me. I walked over to the little fire truck and placed my hands upon it. I had always wanted one when I was younger. Than I heard it again, someone was calling my name. I jumped to my feet, and looked around; the only real light was coming from a small stained glass window high above me. I yelled out to see if anyone could hear me, and my voice seemed to be swallowed with in the room. I ran to the door my feet where my own again, and grab the handle and jerked on it. Nothing happen, I did it again and nothing. The voice began to get louder and my fear was full once more. I turned around to look in to the room again, and this time everything was gone, except the doll on the chair. I ran and kicked it over and tried to scream again, nothing except the strain in my throat. The door, the door I must try again, so I ran back to the door and pulled as hard as I could. Nothing!! The voice right in my ear how did it know my name, how did it know I was here. I jumped and screamed once again. Tears coming down my face I will never see my home again. I turned slowly to stare back in to my prison and their she was standing before me. The woman from the mural above the fireplace, a kind look with long golden hair, the expression of joy was written on her face. She reached out her hand towards me, as I grabbed the door I tried to escape. Theirs no way out your here to say, no use running I planned it this way. You are mine forever more, you never should have opened the door I turned once more to peer in her eyes. I screamed at her to let me go. The last thing I remember is the doll back in its place, and a smile when it grind upon its face. Now trapped inside this house, I am just another picture hanging on the wall. By: Ryan Penzotti.