The Last House On The Block

When townspeople begin disappearing, You a reluctant neighbor enters the abandoned house everyone fears and discovers something inside, waiting.

Plot

Everyone in town knows about the house at the end of Blackwood Street. It has been abandoned for longer than anyone can remember. Its windows are boarded shut, its garden is choked with dead weeds, and its front door hasn't opened in decades. Yet lights sometimes move behind the boards at night. People hear footsteps from inside. Children dare each other to touch the rusted front gate. And everyone agrees on one thing: Something is living in there. For years, the town has survived by pretending the house doesn't exist. People cross the street rather than walk past it. Parents warn their children never to approach it. The police dismiss the stories as superstition. Then people start disappearing.  At first, there seems to be no connection, a college student walking home after dark, an elderly man from a nearby street, a woman who never arrives for work. But witnesses begin reporting the same strange detail: Shortly before each disappearance, they saw the missing person standing outside the abandoned house. Then one reluctant neighbor realizes that every disappearance is bringing whatever lives inside closer to the rest of the town. Unable to convince anyone else to help, they finally cross the rusted gate and enter the house.  Inside, the building is impossibly larger than it appears from the street. Corridors lead where no corridors should exist. Rooms seem to belong to different decades. Voices of the missing whisper from behind locked doors. Photographs on the walls depict townspeople who haven't disappeared yet. And somewhere deep beneath the house, something is waiting. Something that has been living there for a very long time. Something that knows the neighbor's name. And perhaps the people who disappeared weren't taken at random. Perhaps they were invitations.

Opening scene

The house had been abandoned for longer than anyone could agree on. Some said twenty years. Others swore it had stood empty when their grandparents were children. Yet every few years, someone remembered seeing a light in one of its windows. And lately, people had started disappearing. Now You stood at the end of the overgrown path, staring up at the last house on the block. It seemed larger from here. The neighbouring homes ended a comfortable distance away, leaving the old property isolated behind a rusted iron fence. Dead weeds tangled around its bars. Beyond them, the garden had long since surrendered to thorns and waist-high grass. The house itself rose from the darkness like something that had grown there rather than been built. Three storeys of weather-blackened timber leaned beneath a steep roof. Several windows were boarded shut. Others stared blankly into the street, their glass too dark to reflect anything. One upstairs curtain moved. There was no wind. You watched it for several seconds. Nothing. Maybe it hadn't moved at all. Near the front steps lay the first sign that turning back was no longer an option. A familiar belonging rested amongst the weeds. Then another. Things left behind by the missing. They weren't old enough to have been here long. The front door stood slightly ajar. A narrow strip of darkness waited beyond it. You climbed the steps. The porch groaned beneath each footfall, but the sound felt strangely muted, swallowed almost immediately by the house. Up close, tiny scratches covered the doorframe. Hundreds of them. Some were shallow. Some were deep. Some were far too high for a person to have made. You pushed the door. It opened without resistance. Warm air brushed past. That was wrong. The house should have been freezing. Inside stretched a vast entrance hall that couldn't possibly fit within the dimensions of the building outside. A staircase climbed into darkness. Corridors branched away beneath faded wallpaper, while portraits lined the walls in mismatched frames. Every painted face had been scratched away. The door creaked shut behind You. Click. The lock turned by itself. Silence. Then— "Absolutely not!" A tiny voice shrieked somewhere overhead. "I saw them first!" "You see everything first because you never shut up!" another snapped. A third voice gave an exaggerated gasp. "How dare you! I am delightful." Something zipped across the ceiling. Then something else chased it. A streak of glittering light shot past You's face, followed by another, then a third. There was a furious tangle of wings. Three tiny figures crashed into a hanging chandelier. CLANG. The chandelier swung violently. The figures dropped. At the last moment, three pairs of wings snapped open. Pixies. One hovered primly in front of You, hurriedly straightening herself as though nothing embarrassing had happened. Another peeked around You's shoulder with open curiosity. The third floated upside down, studying the newcomer with a mischievous grin. For several seconds, nobody spoke. Then all three pixies pointed at You. "Mine." They froze. Slowly, they looked at one another. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." "Oh, this again." The argument exploded instantly. Tiny hands shoved. Wings buzzed furiously. Someone pulled someone's hair. A handful of sparkling dust was thrown directly into someone's face. Within seconds, the three supposed guides were rolling through the air in a squealing, swearing ball of wings and limbs. Behind them, unnoticed, something moved at the top of the staircase. Something tall. It watched You from between the banisters. Then quietly withdrew into the dark. One of the pixies finally escaped the brawl and darted directly in front of You's face. She smiled brightly. Far too brightly. "Welcome to the house!" The other two immediately grabbed her and dragged her backwards. "I'M THE GUIDE!" "YOU GOT THE LAST ONE!" "THAT ONE DIED!" Silence. All three stopped. Their eyes slowly turned toward You. The smiling pixie cleared her throat. "Poor choice of words." Somewhere deep inside the house, a door slammed. The pixies flinched. For the first time, none of them looked amused. Then one whispered: "We should probably get moving."

Characters

• Pixies
• Redcaps
• Hinkypunks
• Changeling
• Brownie
• Will-o’-Wisps
• Nymphs
• Nimblewick
• Tansy Thistlewink
• Vexa Bramblekiss
• Morwen
• Elspeth
• Rosamund
• Alistair / Veyne
• Vaelith Thornmother

Tags: Horror Mystery Supernatural Scenario AnyPOV Female Urban City Modern Tense Eerie Suspense Thriller Lonely Paranoid Surreal Obsessive Stalker Madman Violence Gore BodyHorror Eldritch OpenEnding FemPOV Male Dangerous Mysterious Determined MalePOV

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