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The House At the End Of The Street

Summary:

The house at the end of the street stood witness to great horrors. Surrounded by a slew of urban legends and campfire tales, it served as a source of great wonder to all who knew of it. Some of those urban legends may just be true...

Notes:

This is the first time I'm trying a dabble in the horror genre. Enjoy! If you can...

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It was the very last day, the very last order that he had to deliver from his part time pizza boy job.

He thought about how tired he was as the wayward scent of the cheese drifted towards him from the backseat, where he’d kept the pizza box.
He checked the GPS once again, making sure that the address the customer had registered was right. The house fell just at the edge of the perimeter of the pizza joint, which made it hard for him to deliver it within the 30 minute limit.

He pulled in outside the… mansion? He couldn’t really see beyond the overgrowth of weeds and plants masking the estate.

Warily, he went inside the gate with the pizza in one hand. Now that he noticed, there was nothing but the full moon illuminating the area, and a jolt of fear knocked on him.
Shaking his head, he knocked on the giant wooden door.

“Pizza delivery”

The door opened in a mere second, revealing a girl with light hair and striking eyes.

She scanned him from head to toe as she accepted the pizza, and loudly announced with a roll of her eyes, “It’s not him either”.

Suddenly, his world went dark. He didn’t feel anything, didn’t see anything, but as the darkness folded over completely, he heard a voice different from the girl he’d just seen, “And another one bites the dust.”