Nothing

As I stumbled across the old cemetery, I felt very uneasy.  I have been through plenty of cemeteries in my travels, so not sure why this one would make me feel uneasy.  As I approach the old iron gate, I can see that there are lots of broken headstones.  The weeds and ferns have taken over the grounds, some of which are taller then the headstones that remain in tact.

I take a deep breath, drawing in the cool crisp autumn air.  Grasp hold of the gate latch and pull it open.  The gate makes an eerie squealing sound as it opens.  I laugh to myself thinking “man that’s straight out of a horror movie”.  I step into the cemetery and shut the gate begin behind me.  I look around and take in everything around me.  You can see the mounds where the earth has settled down around the coffins buried beneath.  There are pine trees grown up with headstones hidden under their low hanging branches.  If there was ever a cemetery with a creepy factor, this one was it!  No one was around, in fact it looked like no one had been around for years.

“Hello” I say out loud

“I am here to honor you and your lives.  I am sorry no one has come to visit you in awhile, but I am here now”  I said to the souls buried here.  Thankfully no one answered.  I was too intrigued by this place to deal with a lost soul right now.  Normally when I walk into a cemetery the lost souls come to me and distract my mind until I talk to them and put them at ease.  I would much rather explore this awesome forgotten place then deal with them right now.   Sometimes my gifts are more of a course then a gift.

I decide to start at the south end of the cemetery and start walking along the iron fence.  There seems to be some cement borders around different groups of graves.  Found these after almost falling on my face over one.  They are covered with moss and hard to see in places. Most of these graves are dated from the 1800’s.  “Wow”  I think to myself.  I continue walking and reading names and dates, at least on the headstones I can read.  Some of the headstones are so worn down that you can’t read what’s written on them.  As I come to the end of the fence line and turn to walk farther into the cemetery I notice an old building.  A very interesting old building that has seen way better days.  All of the windows have long been broken out.  There are trees growing up and around it.

As I am walking around to get closer to the building, I stop in my tracks.  The fence in the front of the building has been broke down.  Looks as if someone, or something just ran through it.  Ran right through it like it was butter.

“That’s interesting” I say out loud.   I look up at the old building and wonder who used to live here.  What where theur lives like?
What hides behind those walls? As I stand there looking, I hear a noise come from within those exact walls.
“Don’t go in there” a voice deep inside my head says to me.

“I have to, I need to see what is in there.” I argue with the voice in my head.

I step through the broken down fence and begin to walk towards the building.  As I circle the building I notice there’s a door on the side that’s opened up and I can get through it no problem.   I walk towards the door, reaching in my bag as I go pulling out my trusty flashlight and my pepper spray.  I learned a long time ago to carry pepper spray with me for safety.  You never know what kind of creatures you might encounter while exploring these old buildings.  I clip the spray to my flashlight so its easy to grab if needed, turn on the flashlight and slide through the opened door.

As I look through the room I have just entered, I notice the pungent smell.  The smell is a mixture of old decaying wood and death.  Its a bit stronger then in other places I have entered, but I continue on.  This room was a big open area, most likely a living room.  There where is a hallway in the back of the room and a doorway behind me.  I decide to go into the doorway first.  As I turn to go into doorway, I see something move across the hallway.  I quickly shine my flashlight in the direction of the movement, nothing.  I continue to shine the light searching for whatever had moved, nothing.  Not even a mouse.  Just dirt and broken wood.

I dismiss the movement as my imagination as I turn and enter into the next room.  I shine the light around this room, another empty room.  This one smaller then the last.  I figure this might have once been a kitchen area.  Nothing too interesting in this or the last room. I notice another closed door in the back of this room so I walk to the door and try to open it.  It won’t budge.  I try to wriggle it and push it open with no luck.

“Must be rusted shut” I tell myself.

“That’s probably where the good stuff is” I say, laughing at the irony.   I decide to go back and explore down the hallway.  As I reach the doorway to the living room, I hear scratching behind me.  I quickly turn around shining the flash light in the direction I had heard the scratching, grabbing my pepper spray as I turn.  Nothing.  I wait a second then shine the flashlight around the room.  Nothing.  I shine the flashlight down at my feet and wait for a bit to see if I hear it again.  Nothing.

“Damn it!  My imagination must be in overdrive today”  I say under my breath.  I turn around and head towards the hallway.

As I reach the hallway I notice a bit of light towards the end of it.  I figure there must be a hole in the wall or ceiling back there. That is quite common in these old buildings.  I step a little into the hallway and shine the light around exploring what was there.  I notice two closed doors to my right and a stairway to my right.  I walk over to the stairway to inspect it.  I can see the nost of the stairs are rotten and some are missing.

“Yup, there’s no way I can make it up those, too dangerous” I confirm to myself.  So I go towards the first door.

“Well lets see if these will open” I say as I grab hold of the knob and attempt to open the first door.  The door swung open with a loud creek.

“Ok, that was surprisingly easy” I say while stepping into the room.  As I shine my light into this room, I notice that it seems strangely clean.  There is an old metal bed in the middle of the back wall, still made.  There was a wash basin next to the left side of the bed, and a small night table to the right.  The closet was to my left and in there hung a few gowns and suits.

“This is strange, no mildew, no dirt or dust and it actually smells better in here then the rest of the house”  I begin to say into the voice recorder I had pulled out of my bag while walking to the closet.

“Closet is full of a couple ball gowns, a couple suits and other gowns and pant sets.  While this stuff is from another time, it looks in great condition.  The floors are clear of dirt and dust.  The bed is nicely made.  Its almost as if this has been frozen in time” I continue to describe the room before clicking off the recorder.

There it is again.  Something just moved in the hallway outside the door.  I seen the shadow and heard it scuffle.  I run to the doorway, but before I can get to the door it slams shut.  I stop short, fear creeping over me.

“Knock it off, it was the wind blowing it shut you big baby.  Go open it and continue your exploring”  I yelled at myself for letting this scare me so.  I take a deep breath and grab hold of the door knob to let myself out and finish exploring.  Nothing.  The door,would not budge.  The knob would not turn.

“What the hell, I’m trapped”  I half whispered, half screamed.  A new fear came over me.  I had not told anyone where I was going.   I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Rrrrriiiiinnnnggggg” noise so loud that I jumped.

“That’s right, my cell phone” I screech in delight as I grab it from my bag.

“Omg, Skylar, I am so happy to hear your voice!  I am almost screaming into the phone

“Um, what the hell Maura?”  She responded to my strange answer.

“I need your help.  I found and old cemetery near the church in the woods on Cleary Rd.”   I started to explain to her

“On the outside of the cemetery there is an old building.  Well, I have managed to get myself locked in a room in here.  Please come help me!” I desperately pleaded with her.

“Maura, how the hell did you manage to do that?  I am on the way, text me your location”  Skylar replied.  I sent her my location and pleaded for her to hurry.  Before hanging up.

Skylar is the best, she always seems to know when I need her and never rubs it in when I get I trouble, even though she probably should.   I do manage to get myself in trouble more then Unlike to admit, like right now.  I can’t believe I got myself locked in here, what a rooky mistake.

“Scratch, scratch, scratch” my thoughts are interrupted.

“Scratch” there it is again, coming from the closet.  Just like the scratching noise that I thought I had heard in the room off the kitchen.

“Scratch, scratch, bang”  Definitely coming from the closet.  Fear swelled up inside my stomach and spread throughout my whole body.  So this is what it is to be frozen in fear.  I am still, not moving a muscle.  I can barely breathe.

“Bang, bang, bang” even louder this time.  I manage to grab my pepper spray.  I am able to breathe now, in fact I am slowly raising the flashlight towards the closet.  I shine the light to the closet to get a look at what’s making the noise, pepper spray aimed and ready.  The light illuminates the closet.  Nothing.  I stand there just looking in disbelief.  Could this be my imagination going crazy?  It couldn’t be my imagination, It was too loud.  I stand there, watching, waiting.  Frozen in place for what seemed like an eternity.

“BANG BANG BANG” I almost fell over from the intensity of it this time.  Still there was nothing there.  My light was shining right where the noise had came from, but nothing was there.  I started to move towards the closet to check it out.  Light fixated on the spot the banging came from.  I reach the closet and kneel down to inspect the back wall, the place the noise had come from.  Trembling I knock on it with my hand.  I wait for awhile to see what would happen.  Nothing.

“Ok, Maura, stop this.  You are being silly and letting your imagination get away with you.”  I tell myself, but not believing it.  My heart is beating fast and heavy.  I struggle to calm myself so I can think.  I walk back to the door and try to open it again.  Nothing.  Still trapped.

I check my phone.  Half an hour has passed since I had talked to Skylar.

“Where the hell are you?”  I text her.

“I’m almost there, sorry I got pulled over” she replied.  “I’m turning down the road now.  Be there in 5”

“Hurry” I frantically texted back to her.  I sat next to the door, gripping my flashlight and pepper spray like my life depended on it.  Maybe it did.

“Bang Bang Crash” even louder this time.  And what the hell just broke?  I shined my light at the closet wall again, this time the wall had a big hole in it.

“Scratch, crash, scratch, snort”  there is definitely something behind that wall.  Something trying to get in here to me.  Total panic struck my body.  What do I do, what is it?  Someone help me.

I start screaming “HELP ME”

“Help” I screamed it over and over for what seemed like forever.  Suddenly I hear a reply.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.  What the hell is wrong with you?”  Akylar had finally made it!

“Skylar, hurry something is trying to get in here with me.  Its coming through the wall” I scream at her.

“I’m coming” is all I hear before the wall breaaks open and I see a shadow come rushing through it.

Something grabs my arm.  I turn to see Skylar had opened the door and was standing there.  “RUN” I scream.

We run, fastest either of us have ran in our lives.  Back through the hallway, through the living room and out the broken door.  We ran all the way back to her car.  Only then did I look back over at the cemetery.  I wanted to see what had broken through that wall.  What had chased us through that house and back through the cemetery.  So I turned around as I jumped in the car and I saw, Nothing.

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