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Tag: Creepy

The Man at the Door

I am blind. The fog allows me to see barely a millimeter in front of me. I try using my hand to sweep it away, but the fog seems to be untouchable. Transparent. Just a reflection. I am stuck in a never-ending mind game. I sit down feeling defeated… wait a second. I haven’t told you how I got here! Let’s rewind…

It was a bright and sunny day. About mid-October, when I heard a loud and prominent knock on my door. I rush to the door, my dog barking and panting, to see who it is. This is when it all starts. As I swing open the door a friendly, yet unfamiliar, face greets me. There are a few moments of awkward silence, until I decided to pipe up. “How may I help you, sir.” He smirks at me for what seems like forever, then proceeds to ask if I was the owner of the house. I answer with a polite “Yes”, then fall silent once again. He seems to scan me, from my face to my toes, with a disapproving glare. Then he simply says, with no emotion, “Come with me, now. They are almost here.”

The Phantom’s Lair


The ballroom before me: grand though gloomy, entrances me to its core… the core of despair. A huge chandelier hangs high up, threatening to fall any second. Cobwebs line the nightmarish room- reminding me of the critters that must live in this fortress of solitude. In the corner, seemingly fading into the wall, a stage appears. A dusty and old organ sits there- long and forgotten. Around the corner I go… dreading every step. As I round the sharp turn, I nearly crash into a huge, looming door. Made of mahogany wood, the door is as sturdy as the tree from which it came. I shove open the door, and I am met with a blast of warm air.

I enter into the mysterious room, curious about what I will find. In the center of the room, a foreboding coffin seizes my attention. Feeling like I’m in a trance, the coffin pulls me in. I peer inside, apprehensive. To my astonishment, a mask stares back at me. Still in a trance-like state, I reach down to pick up the peculiar mask. As I lift it, ominous music starts to play. “Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you”. The mask, hypnotizing, calls to me. I slowly place it on, and then I know. I am the Phantom.

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