Terror on 66 Wilbur Road

By: Kelsey 

    I was packing into the car to leave our farm, our animals, everything. We were moving to another state, where I knew nobody at all! I tried holding back my tears, and I tried not to kick or scream or any of that because I am twelve, and twelve year olds would never do that.

    On the way there, I counted five farms, thirty-nine horses and fifty-seven cows. I saw a billion power lines. It felt like an eternity driving to our new house. After I asked the trillionth, “Are we there yet?” my Mom spoke in relief,

    “Yes!”

    I had not seen my new house before, so this was the moment of truth. Whenever I was talking about our house, I was thinking of a mansion, full of people waiting on me. I opened the door slow, slow, slow, and I saw it. My mouth nearly hit the floor. What I saw was this: A house with a pea green color, the color of mashed peas that dumb babies eat. It had weeds all around it, and it looked like somebody hit it with baseball or something, because the front window was cracked. It looked like somebody crumpled it up like an old newspaper or a wrapper from Burger Queen and tossed it on the side of a highway.

    “What is this?” I bellowed.

    “It’s our home, 66 Wilbur Road!” my Dad spoke in delight.         

    “I don’t think I call home a beaten up, ugly house on the side of the road,” I snapped at him. I had never told him that I didn’t like it because that’s not the right thing to do when you are twelve.

            “Let's go in!” my mother spoke, also delighted as she picked up our suitcases. Oh great, I thought. I did not want to see what is inside this house! My hand shook and got extremely sweaty as it went to the door. I opened the screeching old and rotted, busted door, and to my surprise I saw the weirdest house I have ever seen. It had a type of wood that covered every square inch; it was as dark as burnt wood, like it was on fire. Right when you stepped in, there was a dark spooky staircase, supposedly where my room was. On the other side of the staircase was an empty room; my Mom told me that is going to be a living room. I think I would call it a dead room because it had no life in it, it was just all dark and the only source of light was a little light bulb hanging down from the ceiling.

    My Mom called to me, “Pam, why don’t you go see your room.” With a little moan, I started to the stairs. The dark stairs creaked every time I put a foot down. I opened the door that also looked burnt. Eh, the room was okay. It still had the darkened walls and floors, but it had a nice view of the woods. There was a mattress in the corner; across from it was a closet. I guess this is how nice this house will ever get, I thought. I plopped down on the mattress.

    Then I heard a growling sound, I think it was coming from my closet. I shot downstairs, but didn’t scream because my parents would think I was a baby, and “DUH!” I’m not! But I was still scared; I could hear my heart pumping in my throat.

    “Nething ong am,” my Dad mumbled something with his mouth full of pizza, as I could see EVERYTHING he was chewing, and bits of cheese and sauce splattering on me. Then he finally started chewing and chewing until I saw a big lump go down his throat, he spoke again, “Anything wrong Pam?”

    “Uhh, No. Nothing, yeah, nothing at all Dad,” I lied. I grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza and a paper plate and I ate the pizza politely, to show my Dad how well mannered I am.

    That night, I lay in bed in my empty room. I was still thinking of the noise I heard earlier today, wondering what it was. Then it happened again, the closet door started to rumble. I’m gunna die, I’m gunna die! I screamed in my head. The rumbling got louder, the howling grew. “I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” I screamed. I took out my flashlight and started for the door, large beads of sweat where rolling down into my eyes which really hurt. The flashlight almost slipped out of my hand. The closet rumbled louder, the howling grew stronger and stronger. I slowly opened the crackly door, the thing with piercing green eyes, eyes that seemed to be looking into your soul. It pounced at me, and I fell back.

 where welcoming me from my horrible dream. I saw the sun set over the rolling hills with brilliant oranges and pinks. Then I silently spoke to myself, 

“I can’t believe it…”

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