The Old House

An old, forbidding wooden house shrouded in cobwebs and rumors. A faded “condemned” sign tacked to a rickety front door for the past thirty years.

Yes, that’s how I’ll start my drabble. I can feel the dark prose taking shape.

No one dares approach this house, especially at 10 at night when unearthly groans are heard by the few neighbors left. Locals repeat a myth that a boy once snuck into this house, but never came out. His soul is said to be waiting to trap the next intruder.

Yes, I can feel myself in this godforsaken place. I almost