This is a small story I've been working on and still am.


The Building
Oh so many years have passed, since I was last there. All the pain that has been endured all because of my actions, my selfish actions. I thought it would be the right thing to do I thought I was being selfless oh how wrong I was. I thought.
“Dillon, what time is it I can’t see the clock from this seat.” I asked
“3:30. Why?”
“Nothing nothing at all, I was just wondering.” I said reaching into my pocket, gripping the old crystal, cold from the November air rushing in through the car’s window, that I took from that cursed building all those years ago.
I will never forget the look or feel of that building… The feel of that old rotting wood building brushing against my skin. The stench of what laid inside.

That building had been abandoned for as long as I can remember, one day I had asked some elderly neighbors who lived there their whole lives and they just said they didn’t want to talk about it whenever I asked them about it. Grass grew out of the jagged cracks in the driveway until you could no longer see the pavement, and went up to my knees. On that particular day something drew me to that building, that horrid building. I knew I should have left, but I couldn’t, a force was pulling me!
Nothing could be seen through windows coated so deeply in ancient dust. The front of the structure had started to cave in from old age and lack of repair. Ivy was slowly growing up the side of the building almost like it was strangling it. Bricks had fallen off the chimney and exploded upon the ground while some had toppled through the roof. Loosened shingles had fallen to the ground with many seasons of rain and snow. An old hollow tree had fallen onto the building. The wind started to blow through the leaves of the ivy creating a menacing howl. The garden was over grown with ivy choking off sunlight from reaching the plants below, yet the roses were untouched, but they were black. The back door suffered deep crimson claw marks in it… that seemed to scream in agony but also issuing a warning to those foolish enough to enter into the realm that it seals. surfaces. On the porch there was a flashlight; I picked it up and clicked it on feeling it could be useful. Despite my feeling of dread and doom, I was drawn into the house. The backdoor lead into an old decrepit kitchen. I clicked on my flashlight in the dim light of the kitchen. The antique sink had started to become rusty over the ages; the copper faucet was turning bluish from tarnish. The door had fallen off the once glorious oven years of grime, rust, and dust laid on its inside. There were mouse droppings littering the floor and all visible surfaces.

Blue, green and other disgusting moldy food dropped by transience lay on the floor, and a child’s broken toys were scattered around the room. The ancient trash can was overflowing, fell to the floorboards with a crash and I heard mice scraping at the insides. To top that off, a foul odor, like fermented fruit, rotten meat, curdled milk, and other stenches emitted from the battered old fridge.
*Clunk* I turned around and saw that the faucet had fallen off and roaches were spewing out of the hole where it had been. About to gag, I fled the room, and found myself in the dining area. Picture frames smeared with dust hung crooked upon the tatty old wall; it seemed like the eyes of those old paintings looked right through me; one’s eyes seemed to watch me intently. I quickly turned and saw that a solid mahogany table lain in shards around the room! The window was busted outward, as if something had tried to flee through it; a pool of what appeared to be dried blood lay on the floor below. A raven suddenly flew to the window sill, and its gaze seemed to be asking Are you sure you want to go on? I paused wondering if I really should or return to safety… For some reason I decided to continue on. Glancing back I saw that the bird had answered its own question and flown away.
As I grabbed the doorknob to exit the room, I heard a loud shattering sound like mid-winter icicles splintering upon the ground. The crunching noise was like 1,000 needles plunging deep into my mind, a treasure which never again shall be whole. I turned around and saw that the old crystal chandelier had torn loose and fallen leaving a gaping hole in the ceiling through which sunlight and fresh air streamed into the house for the first time in ages. For a second I thought I saw something dart across the opening, and faintly heard “Beware the dealer that cannot die,” but I dismissed it as my imagination. Seeing a piece of the chandelier that was intact I decided to pick it up due to it seeming to glow green from an inner light. When I got up I noticed that the person in the picture that had been watching me was no longer there instead there was a picture of a skull its jaw agape, the eye sockets deep dark and empty.
I ended up in a cobweb coated corridor. The floorboards squeaked with each step I took. I decided to open the first door I came upon. I found myself staring into a bathroom that looked as repulsive as it smelled. The sink was filled with what I hope was rotting hair a small bit of which seemed to be squirming. A tub filled with a bubbling brown sludge emanated a strange stench. Something was sticking up out of it I gave a closer look and noticed it looked eerily like a hand clutched in it was a glass eye, at that moment the hand snapped off at the wrist and sunk into the sludge to be seen nevermore.
I decided it best not to open any more doors until I reached the end of the hall. However I noticed that one of the rooms was missing its door as I looked in I heard a blood curdling scream I darted the flashlight around the room but saw nothing that could produce it, there was a four poster bed the legs eaten by termites had collapsed and the drapery along the top of it had become torn and faded. A stand alone mirror had become cracked causing multiple reflections of the same thing in different views. The ceiling light was hanging on by literally a wire. As I approached the end I began to faintly hear a strange yet familiar music that seemed like I had known all my life; it somehow prevented me from turning around as if it was calling to me urging me to come closer. The door was ornate as something out of a story book, but it was black as the darkest night and glowed a faint red from an inner light, and burned from the same deep crimson claw marks as the back door. However, I still entered, unable to resist the enchanting lull of the music.
I closed the door behind me and the music suddenly ceased. The room reeked of body odor and urine. A lone hanger was askew in the closet. The window was cracked letting in enough light for me to click off my flashlight and a slight breeze. Most disturbing of all, though, was the one thing that stood out: a man. He was wearing a starched black suit, and not a single pitch black hair on his head was out of place despite the breeze in fact it almost seemed as if the wind was avoiding him. When he turned around I was speechless.
His eyes seemed to glow with an intense hatred. His skin was as smooth and flawless as a baby’s. His jaw was rigid and clenched. His lips were pursed tightly together pasted upon
his face was a haughty sneer which seemed to show no regard for life, but rather an urge to kill it, to eradicate it. All his muscles were tense and taught. Those eyes peered right into my very essence. Then, he started to laugh, sardonic, maniacal, and unearthly. At that moment I knew who… no, what I was looking at, the creator of entropy itself!
“I’ve been expecting you,” he said in a silvery voice.
“What do you want?!”
“To help you, of course.”
“Why? What's in it for you?”
“Nothing that you should be concerned with…,”
“For some reason I just don’t believe that.” I stated
“I can offer you power…power beyond anything you can possibly comprehend,”
“But…”
“Oh there’s no “but”. All I’m asking is for you to accept this gift…no this deal.”
“Beware the dealer that cannot die,” a small voice said in the back of my head, which made me wonder if I really imagined it or if it was actually a warning of things to come.
“How do I know that your “deal” isn’t of malicious intent?”
“It’s not however, it is a-once-in-a-lifetime deal,” he slyly said. I could hear malice slowly rising in his voice.
“I might accept it if first you tell me what the gift…sorry, “deal” is.”
“The power to save what you love.”
“To save what I…love.” I whispered.
My thoughts wandered back to my childhood home resting upon a hill it was a calm and frigid winter night. At the time I did not know it but that would be the last night I would get to rest in my warm bed. It was the night of the fire that killed my brother Dillon, while my parents and I escaped without a scratch. The firefighters said that he was so badly burned they could hardly tell him apart from the charred remains of our house, and had to have my parents go in to i.d. him my Mom came rushing out in tears with my Father gripping her hand tightly.
“So, yes or no.” he asked me the sneer turning into a grin that was slowing spreading across his face he knew that victory would be his.
“What choice do I have…the answer is yes.”
“Good, good. You have made a wise choice.” he said before stepping backwards into the shadows vanishing. I rushed forward to see where he went there were no trapdoors no secret passages he had truly vanished into thin air.
“ACK” I winced, pulling my hand out of my pocket blood trickling down my hand, the crystal still in its grip. Then I noticed that it was glowing once more…”It’s almost time Dillon. After all these years, I’ve almost done it. This curse will all be over soon… you will be able to rest once more and I will be able to continue on with my life. We are almost back at the beginning where it all started, and where it shall finally end.” The structure slowly began to rise over the horizon, casting a shadow upon all that fell under its gaze.
The front of the building had totally caved in All the windows were broken and the ivy won its battle and now little could be seen for it now incased the entire building. I got out of the car and began to approach the building the crystal glowing brighter with each step I took. I headed toward the back door. The garden had withered away and now not even the ivy remained there all the life was sucked out of it years ago. The backdoor had fallen off its hinges and lay in shards across the porch. I approached the door the crystal had become to bright to even look at. As soon as I put my foot across the door way a blinding light shot out of the crystal. When I regained my vision I was in disbelief I couldn’t be in the same place. The door was still on the oven, the sink was intact and polished, the trash can was sitting in a corner with a fresh bag in it, and the child’s toys were neatly put away in against the wall. The refrigerator had magnets on it holding up a grocery list and an A paper.
I entered into the dining area the paintings along the wall were of beautiful landscapes nothing like the pictures of ancient depressed looking people that were here before. The walls were painted a bright yellow. In the center of the room was a mahogany table its edges trimmed with gold leaf. Then my eyes fell upon the window there was a young man in maybe his late twenties early thirties slouched against it a trail of blood poured out of his mouth forming a pool of blood on the floor.
Horrified I advanced through the door leading into the hallway. The corridor was free of cobwebs the floors were polished. I looked into the bathroom and saw an elderly man with one eye laying in the tub his right arm thrust upward in it was the glass eye; his remaining eye was glazed over. I solemnly shut the door and continued down the hallway. It started to dawn on me that somehow the crystal had sent me back in time to the day that the building changed, I was seeing why it was abandoned and what it had once been like. I kept walking and turned to look into the room where I would hear the scream many years from now. A rope was tied to the
ceiling light I saw that it was wrapped around the neck of a woman in her late twenties early thirties. Thinking she must be the wife of the man in the dining room. What about the child he might still be alive. I quickly rushed out of the room heading towards the end of the hall. I burst into the room to see a young child huddled in a corner of the room, A hooded figure slowly advancing towards him. I shouted and the hooded figure whipped around to face me. I saw that it had no face I was still gripping the crystal in my hand so I hurled it into the darkness where its face should have been. It hit dead in the center and the figure fell to its knees and began to crumple up until it was gone not even the crystal was left. I slowly headed over to the child he was passed out I looked at his face and was in disbelief. The child was me…

That story sent chills down my spine multiple times. I can't wait until you finish, especially since there are a few loose ends that need to be tied up.

The chills down the spine show of a great story.

I would buy that story. it's really interesting. Suddenly everyone who writes stories is coming to this board.