Horror House

It was a hard day at work for Mr. Peterson. It was 11:00 pm when he was heading home. Surprisingly when he reached home all the lights were off. He opened the door with a creak. He was stunned as he entered the house, his wife was nowhere to be seen and every piece of furniture was covered with.....blood. He dropped his suitcase in horror. In he entered avoiding to slip on....blood. All he could see was blood. He shouted in terror but it was no use he couldn't speak. His head was circling in terror. First all this....blood and then he had become mute. He turned around towards the door for escaping but the door was....nowhere to be seen. All he could see was a wall.... a bloody wall.

He walked back in horror. Thud! He felt his back touch something...someone. He happily turned around thinking it was his wife. But....no. It was...a mirror, but no ordinary mirror as instead of his face he saw his wife's face with no eyes, ears, nose, mouth. The feeling was indescribable. He grabbed the mirror and threw it to the ground and turned his head up and horrifyingly the mirror was back. He again threw it down and again and again. He was really fed up and scared. He saw hundreds of pieces of broken glass scattered on the floor. He avoided them and headed towards the bathroom. He opened the door and went in. He then closed the door and turned around to find himself back to the bathroom door. He angrily kicked the door and surprisingly his leg went through the door and got stuck. He got really angry and scared and went to the terrace but there was another horror waiting for him just as he opened the door a river of blood flowed down.

He frightenedly ran and locked himself in the bedroom. He lay in the bed but instantly noticed there was someone else lying next to him he turned around. It was... it was.. it was the same face he saw in the mirror. His wife but no ears, mouth, eyes, nose. She gently said "How do you do???". He ran out of the bedroom into the kitchen and suddenly the drawer opened on its own. It was like something invisible was doing it. The knives flew into the air and started towards him. He closed his eyes. He opened his eyes to find himself back in front of the front door. He opened the door to find the same scene he got frustrated and ran up the terrace this time there was no blood. He walked to the edge and suddenly he felt someone push him, no he was falling...falling....falling...fell. He fell on the ground and.....died. The next day his body was found but the house was in perfect order. The police say it was a suicide. But you know the story. Yet to this day it remains a mystery about what really happened to Mr. Peterson. This story is just one creation. Who knows if the truth could be even more scarier????