Black House

It started when I found myself in a strange house. I hear this is something a lot of people dream about. You walk through a strange home and everything looks slightly unsettling. You’re uncomfortable and something happens.
This is one of those stories through my perspective.
I was exploring the home. It was a curiosity to me. I was sure I was asleep, but a question still pulled at my brain. “What depth of hell was this home pulled out of?”
It’s walls were pitch black.
Actually, everything was black.
The decor, shelves, rugs, and chairs looked as if black paint had been dumped all over the place.
It was all glossy black and everything was broken.
I could hear what sounded like a small girl’s whisper throughout the home. It didn’t scare me, I only wanted to wander further.
After exploring this strangely surreal place for what felt like a few hours found myself in a hallway which, no surprise here, looked exactly like the rest of the house.
The hallway was short and narrow.
Picture frames were hanging haphazardly on either side of the hall. Every frame was just like the next, completely black.
There was a door at the end of the hallway. It would have been perfectly straight ahead if there wasn’t a slight turn in the passage. It looked like that part of the hall was falling apart slightly.
The whispers kept their fast pace and I could start making out words.
"Why wont you wake up?"
This would be the running theme in my dreams. Everybody’s got to tell me to wake up.
I was slightly annoyed with the lack of a new phrase, but my body lead me further anyway. To be honest I was still curious to see what was behind the door.
The open door revealed a large white room. I’m unsure if it had a ceiling or not. It may have been just too high for me to see. In the middle of the room there was a silver staircase that traveled up what would be many floors. Ultimately it lead to nowhere.
There was a little girl in a white gown standing atop the steps. She had long black hair. It was thick and covered her face.
She was the source of the whispers.
The minute I entered the room the whispers got faster and a more aggressive tone hit me like a million stones. Her voice sounded demonic.
"WHYWONTYOUWAKEUPWHYWONTYOUWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP"
I woke up in between the mess of demonic noise. It sounded like the girl was right next to my ear, even for being so far away.
I was startled, needless to say.
Upon checking the time I noticed it was 3AM.
It had been awhile since I’ve woken up at that time.
Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again.
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Category:List of MicroHorror Stories