Writing Prompt

I slowly make my day towards the door, the stairs creaking beneath my feet. A gust of cold air hits me, making me shiver.

I approach the door, bringing my hand up to the door handle before pulling the front door open.

Walking into the house, I glanced around. Most of the windows were broken, and glass was scattered across the floor. The walls were wooden, and there was a room to my right, whic...

The house at the end of the street had been boarded up for as long as Rowan could remember.

It was the kind of house kids whispered about during sleepovers, daring each other to throw rocks at its windows or peek through the slats. It sat behind a gate of rusted iron and ivy, where the road cracked and narrowed as if even the pavement didn’t want to get too close.

No one ever came or went. No ma...

The smell of decay wafts through the house. I’m not supposed to be here, but yet I find myself shuffling across the creaking hardwood floor.

Scattered near the entrance, shards of glass glisten in the moonlight. Feathers rustle in the distance, and an owl stares back at me. Watching every move I make.

Warning me.

Trudging through the house, my flashlight exploring every angle. Out of the corne...

This house has been condemned and boarded up for as long as I can remember

No entry has been granted in years

The sounds of joy has long since vanished from its walls

It has been thought to never see entry again

That is….

Until you decided to trespass on its borders

Bringing with you a glimmer of light, casting off darkened walls

An oh so familiar warmth from its flame

You’ve chosen to t...

“It’s your turn, Kady” Kady and her friends where playing truth or dare.

“Dare” she said confidently

“I dare you to go explore the boarded up house.”

Kady’s confidents was gone, she looks at her friends with fear in her eyes.

“You have to do it, it’s your dare”

“I-im going” kadys voice quakes, but she gets up and starts walking.

Nearing the house she hears a scream. She looks back at h...

Two full months ago, my mum and I drove into the new neighborhood. We made enough memories until it felt somewhat like our new home. Everyday I always saw the haunted house hiding at the dead-end whenever I walked to school.

It’s a overgrown, abandoned, wooden house with planks that seemed to be falling apart and windows that are boarded with old rusty nails. Something tells me to sneak in but I...

What on Earth is within those walls?

The suspense is killing me.

I wish to know what future calls

From the last house on Miller street.

What is lost behind that fence?

1 million dollars and 15 cents?

The boards padded window begs

For an explorer to enter in

And I laugh in danger’s face

Nothing can ever haunt me

So I break down the boards

Enter with no trace

Of a path where none can find me.

The l...

Joan has been living in neverlands for about a six months. Whenever he walked near the neighborhood, he’d always notice this oddly unique but quiet house. This was odd because in this neighborhood, you’d rarely be able to sleep at night because of the loud noises, but fortunately for Joan, he got used to it. Today, Joan decides he wants to talk to the house owner of the quiet house. Knock knock.. ...

The boarded-up house at the street's end was a local legend, ripe for exploration. Maya, Leo, and Sam, fueled by curiosity, decided to brave its shadowed depths. Leo, the bold one, pried open the back door, and they slipped into the dusty silence.

The boarded-up house at the street's end was a local legend, ripe for exploration. Maya, Leo, and Sam, fueled by curiosity, decided to brave its shadowe...

I begin my journey down the neighborhood street to the boarded house on the road. I don't know why I'm so curious about it. This curiosity will either end well or badly. Earlier, I told my friends about this house and invited them to come with me, but they all had other things to do. I wish at least one of them could've come so that I could be less nervous. But oh well.

As I'm coming up upon the...