The Terrifying House

He was confused. He didn't know which way to go. There were a dozen doors around him which kept on rotating, however, the floor did not move an inch. He didn't know what was behind the doors. He could not remember how he reached there, neither did it seem like he wanted to recall. Just then, Percy heard a knock and woke up. He had been having this dream for a week now. He didn't know what it meant.

Percy heard his bedroom door knock again. Here comes the witch, he thought. He lived with his uncle and aunt. His parents had died when he was a kid. Nobody knew the reason of their death. He was treated worse than a dog with his uncle and aunt.

He opened the door to face his aunt's outrageous shouts. She was shouting at him for no reason. Percy got really angry and left the house in a hurry. He walked on the streets thinking about the dream haunting him. Percy, suddenly, came to a halt. He realized, he had reached some scary looking house. His curiosity overruled his fright and he entered the sort-of crooked bungalow. To his surprise the door was open.

He went inside trying not to make noise. The front door shut without warning. No sooner did Percy try to reach the door than the doors started rotating. Percy's mind stopped working. The doors spinning, like in his dream, made Percy's face go pale. The doors stopped spinning after a while and Percy felt his stomach twitch with fear.

He regretted his curiosity. After glancing at every door, he went to the door in front of him. He opened the door and then fell to the ground. Percy couldn't feel anything. He couldn't see anything. He was dead. No one ever knew what the reason was behind his death. Someone found his body on a river bank.