Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

"Have you been in my r oom?" I said.
Mr. Chilter n was in no r ush to r espond. "Now , w hy w ould I go into your r oom,
Rose?"
Suddenly, w ith my diar y in hand, I felt hesitant, unconfident.
"So ? you haven't seen this befor e?" I said, r aising the diar y.
Mr. Chilter n glanced over , then looked away. He was dr unk.
"Come and join me, eh? Join me, dear Rose. Let us dr ow n our sor r ow s together ,"
he said, tur ning in his chair and tr ying to stand. I stepped back.
"No. No, it?s okay ? I ? I need to get up ear ly tomor r ow -"
"Oh, come on! Just one..." he said, near ly falling to the floor in fr ont of me.
"No, honestly... thanks anyway." I left the r oom and closed the door behind me,
his w hining voice now muffled.
"Your loss," he shouted. "You ungr ateful cow !"
His w or ds hur t. As I walked back up the stair s I hear d Mr Chilter n dr op to the
floor , sounds of cr ashing ar ound him.
As I made my way up the second flight of stair s, a str ange feeling came over me.
The w hole atmospher e in the house changed. The lights on the stair case flicker ed a
few times. I stopped in my tr acks, waiting to see if anything else w ould happen.
Nothing happened for a few moments. I car r ied on up the stair s. When I r eached
the second floor , the lights flicker ed again; but this time they flicker ed in the
hallway leading to the for bidden r oom.
Cur iosity, once again, got the better of me.
I opened the door and flicked the light on. The r oom was still untouched. I quietly
closed the door. Finally, I could explor e.
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