Windows like Eyes

The satisfying crunch of the leaf under her foot made her stretch worth it. She normally went straight home, eager to catch her favourite TV shows, but today the leaves seemed to have fallen in abundance, and it hadn’t rained in days. She was slowly crunching her way home.

Her skin prickled slightly and she worried that she might catch a cold if she stayed in the cool, fall air for too long. But when she glanced sideways, she felt that perhaps she was shivering from something other than the autumn air.

It was tall and black. There were no lights on inside, and one of the windows had shattered. The door was shut, but there were gaps between the wood. A worn path swayed towards a rickety front porch.

A cold wind blew tattered drapes out through the broken glass. They flapped helplessly as the air moaned its way out of the cracks in the window frames.

Her hair was pulled towards the house, and she tumbled forward slightly as a sudden gust pushed her from behind. The biting air slipped under her scarf, and she pulled her jacket tighter. She was right in front of the tall black gate. Sharp spikes towered, but the lock was broken. One of the doors hung sadly from broken hinges, whining piteously in the wind.

She stared, transfixed. Her breathing slowed as her eyes watched the reaching curtains. The house breathed in and the door creaked its welcome as it agonized its way open. Her foot stepped forward, slow, hesitating. Her arm reached out to push the gate doors out of the way. Her breath ghosted behind her as she moved, fleeing to safety against the wind.

Crunch. She started as her foot came down on a large, dry leaf. Her head jerked down to stare at her foot. Her heart beat irregularly for a moment. She glanced up again and shivered. She took one step backwards, then another. Then with one last glance, she hurried away, clutching her scarf tightly.

Windows like eyes watched her go, and the door slowly breathed shut.

I’m not actually sure if this is scary. I can’t handle horror or anything surrounding that genre. I creeped myself out by writing this at night and then having to drive home alone. So to me this is pretty creepy, but I’m not really a good judge of scary things.

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