Prompt: That car is leaking leaves!
Okay, I can do this.
No, I can't.
Yes, I can.
My hands shake as I grip onto Aiden's arm, trying to keep my knees from buckling beneath me. There's something about that old house that just makes me shiver from head to toe. I'm not exactly sure what's so creepy about it – perhaps it's the rickety construction, grimy walls and bleeding gutters…or maybe just the way the crooked windows are positioned above the spiky doors like eyes forever watching your every move, just waiting to devour you and everything you love. Or maybe I'm just really paranoid.
As if he senses my anxiety, Aiden tightens his hold on me, soothing my frayed nerves with his comforting words. Finally, I stop shivering and we get out of the car, avoiding looking at the menacing sight above and to the left of us. We make light conversation, talking about anything from shoes to soccer, simply steering clear of that subject and all its forbidden memories. Like the leaking leaves.
Hand in hand, we inch towards the rusty gates. Simultaneously, we reach out to push them forward. They open easily, despite their neglected look and horrific creaking. I stare at him as he stares at me – what now?
I can see my apprehension reflected in his eyes, and feel his fear – in that moment, I know we're both thinking the same thing - does she still live here? I close my eyes and recklessly start walking; I don't know who ended up dragging who there, but eventually, we ended up outside the doors to hell.
I took out my key.
Will definately be expanded later on - prompt from the World Domination forum game: www. fictionpress topic/3636/1096940/1/#1156571 (without the spacing)