The Haunted Hill

There was a story writing competition in our school and I didn't get to write this story which has a lot of potential so I thought I would write it down.

Haunted Hill

The creepy lane which passes up to the shady willows was travelled by less. Stories of mysterious disappearances and killings were associated with this lane which led up to a small hill on which stood a haunted mansion. This place had practically no inhabitants. How brilliant it would be to spend a day in that house which was supposedly empty! These thoughts , buzzing in the mind of a boy of 15, Conan , disappeared a quick as they had appeared. He looked out of the window. Across his house ,stood a post office. His uncle had worked there for more than a decade before retiring. He was still known by everyone in the post office. There was one person with whom he had acquainted a few days earlier. His name was Marcus. He was 18 years old and had a part-time job in the post office. John watched as the drizzling rain came to a halt and a slim boy came out of the post office. John called out "Bye Marcus!" and he waved his hand. Marcus too smiled and went on his way. He lived just 2 blocks away.

John said, "Hey Marcus! I had a brilliant idea yesterday". Marcus replied, "A penny for your thoughts" and sat down on the bench in the park. It was a bright sunny evening. John said, "I thought maybe we could explore the "HAUNTED HILL". I always find it funny that people still believe in those old things. And why is that man in that black overcoat staring at us?".Marcus whispered, "I hear he is a psychopath. Has been hanging out in the town lately. Watch out for him.". "So lets go explore !" he said. They both raced to their bicycles and staring at the shady man , they rode away. They were a couple of blocks away from the hill now. John had black hair and was physically active. Whereas Marcus had blond hair and was thinner than the average teenager. They parked their bikes and walked towards the mansion. They saw that the psychopath had followed them .They broke into a run. The psychopath held a crowbar in his hand and was chasing them frightfully fast. They reached the mansion. They reached for the door and were shocked to find out that it was open. They ran in and closed the door. And leant against the doors. The man pushed hard but the boys held back. Suddenly The man broke the latch with his crowbar and started pushing with all his strength.

John was out of strength and tired but he was also headstrong and kept pushing. In an instant , an idea thundered in his mind. He said "Marcus, hold the door back for me. I will be back in an instant". Marcus nodded with a look of disappointment. John ran towards the kitchen and brought out a pan and ran back. The door was ajar. He was tensed and frightened now. He reached for the door. Before he knew what was happening the pan was throw out of his hand and he was thrown to the other side of the room. The blow on his head was too much for him. He suddenly came to his senses. His head was aching . Marcus was standing over him. He asked" Marcus ? How did you…". He got his answer when he saw the psychopath lying on the ground. John was thrown aback. There were three or four more people in the room. All dressed in random attire. One of them said "He's all yours" . He kept staring at Marcus who silently crouched and he sinked his long vampire teeth into his throat.

 

Epilogue

The town police never found their police officer's body who was stuck on the Haunted Hill's case and was feared dead. Nothing more was known about John. Such was the case of Haunted Hill.