To make this story easier to follow there are a few things you need to know. My friend Ashlyn, who goes by Ash, is the one that lives close to this house, not me. She also gets scared super easy. And then there's me, I'm Julie; I love scary things, the harmless kind. And I spend a lot of time at Ash's so we go by this house a lot.
Now you're probably wondering what the house I'm talking about is. Me and my friends know it as house 300. Or the creepy house on Ash's block. Or the haunted hazard.
This story starts in the middle of the year in the sixth grade, when I was twelve. My brother just started driving so he could pick me up from school so I wouldn't have to ride the bus. So eventually I got bored of waiting 43 minutes for my brother to come pick me up and me and Ash came up with an idea. Walk with her to her house hang there a bit and walk back to the school. That way I would only have to wait 13 minutes.
I agreed to this idea very quickly, so everyday after school we would walk down to Ash's house. Everyday after school, we would have to walk by the house, house 300. Now at the time I thought nothing of this house. To me it was just an old abandoned house with a bunch of made up ghost stories based on it.
So one cold winter day me and Ash where walking to her house and I decided to walk up on to the porch of house 300 and look inside the windows. Ash reluctantly followed me up the gravel drive way and up the steps.
I looked inside one of the broken windows and saw something move "Dude! Ash! Look, look! There's something in there!" I yelled. She looked and a cat came out the window. She almost fainted. I laughed because it was funny, so I told her we could leave.
On the very edge of the lot I looked back and there was the cat, just standing there. I laughed again and we went back to Ash's.
Inside I finally asked her "Why where you so scared?"
She turned towards me and told me this. "Don't you see? No cats live around here, there are way to many dogs! And that cat, I remember one just like it starved to death on that porch!"
Now after hearing that all the color drained from me. "So what are you saying?" I asked her. Then she told me this story. When she was younger, before she met me she would always ride her bike around the block and one time she got off her bike to fix her chain in front of that house. She looked up at the front door and saw an old man with a cane smiling and waving at her in a kind way. She smiled and waved back. Then she got on her bike and looked back and the man was gone. There was no way he could have moved that quickly! She got on in less than a second!
So after hearing this story I was very reluctant to go by that house to get back to school. But I had to, so I bundled up in my cote and left her house. I walked quicker than normal today and soon enough I was going by that house again. I looked in one of the windows and saw a black mass, darker than everything around it. I ran, no not ran, sprinted away from that house and back to the school as fast as I could.
The weekend came and passed and soon it was Monday again. And I was dying to tell someone what happened. So I told my good fearless friend Tristen everything. He told me that he would check it out this weekend and he would find out what was up.
The rest of the week was boring and un eventful so let's skip to next Monday. By then I was wanting to know what happened so as soon as I got the chance I asked him and he told me his story. After going into the house, through one of the windows, he looked around, it was really dusty and all the furniture was covered by a white cloth. He chuckled seeing no reason why we girls would be afraid. He gave the inside one more scan and came across a pair of glowing yellow eyes. He said he thought it was just a cat or rats eyes.
And at this point I interrupted him, "Tristen cats eyes and rats eyes don't glow..."
After realizing this he went pale and we never spoke of that house again. Until I brought it up when I was sleeping over at Ash's, but that's a whole other story.