Sludge
I'm Jared, I live with my younger sister (Zoe) while our dad is overseas in Iraq. I work as an Editor for a local newspaper, and it's there I met one of my closest friends.(Christian) All three of us always had an interest in the paranormal and generally weird things, so when he told me about a very pristine house down the street we were conflicted on looking into it. It was supposedly abandoned, but it looked so perfect that not one person gave that idea any mind. After a lot of debate, he eventually got us to take a look at the old place. I still think it's a waste of time.
We stepped out of my car and looked at the perfect house. It was a white, two story with a wonderful lawn, garden and elegant black enamel. The curtains were drawn at every window but the house was nevertheless, impressive. I was wondering how it was possible for such a lovely house to exist with not one person tending to it. We made our way up to the front door and knocked. After a moment Zoe said something about the house giving her bad vibes. Christian joked about her turning into a hippie while I just nodded and knocked on the door again. After our fourth try, I accepted that no one lived there. Or at least no one that would respond.
I opened the door, inside was dismal. The furniture, the walls & flooring, everything was a shade of brown covered in layers upon layers of dust. The house was quite old and the more we looked, the weirder things got. At first it was just the dust, the cobwebs but then we noticed some of the pictures. They were in black and white, even after dusting them off the pictures were blurry. The family in them were dressed in clothes that you'd expect to see at the turn of the last century. Zoe took a few books out of the bookshelf but from each one, dozens of pages fell at her feet. Christian just moved around the room, dusting away cobwebs and plotting our course to the next one.
We follow him and turned to the hallway noticing the black lines running down the wooden walls. One near the doorway was still making it's slow trek to the floor where it could join other rivers of the ink. We kept pace with him as we went to one of the rooms near the back of the hallway. I told Christian to move back and let me open the door, to grab Zoe and run if anything happened. I cracked the door and was immediately assaulted by a sickening odor. Zoe covered her nose while Christian got ready to sprint. I opened the door further and we were shocked by what was in that room.
It was a massive pool of that black substance. We slowly moved around the room, examining every inch of it and keeping our eyes on that sludge. It didn't move, it didn't grow. It just bubbled in the center of the room. Zoe, curious as ever, approached it and quickly passed out. Christian picked her up, out of the pool and took her to the living room while I dusted off the couch so he could put her there. She appeared to be in pain, but didn't wake up. I told Christian to go find some medicine or something that would help her. He did ask I asked and headed towards the kitchen.
I heard a scream. I hesitated for a moment before running in to find Christian on the floor, gripping his leg and staring at a door that led to the basement. He was trying to catch his breath, he was obviously distressed. I put my hand on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin. I asked him what happened but he just ranted on about the basement. I couldn't understand half of what he said between each gasp. Once he calmed down I helped him to a nearby bathroom where we found some medicine for Zoe and bandaged his leg.
When we went back into the living room she wasn't there. Christian insisted it was the same thing that hurt his leg, the same thing down the basement stairs. I wrote it off as a simple trip of his flip-flops and paranoia. I finally followed to get him to shut up about it. He, plus the fact that Zoe is missing, was giving me a serious headache. We entered the same bleak kitchen with the door still ajar. I opened it and started walking down, Christian breathing down my neck. I opened the door to the basement door and He just ran, up the stairs and out of sight. The familiar monster lying before me was worse than any nightmare.
That...that thing. Sprawled out, long, wispy limbs, skin pale as the moon riddled with feathery black lines, sludge oozing from every orifice. I looked at it's face, the mouth...my god that mouth! Those teeth, putrid clearish yellow tipped in light red with the sludge bubbling up and spilling out. It dribbled out the eyes too, like a blindfold. I noticed a twitch of it's hand and the sludge getting closer to my feet. I stepped back a bit, then again. I tried once more but the door had locked itself behind me. The only light was of the dim night shining through the basement window, the only sound a blood-curdling scream.
The sludge kept inching closer. Bubbling, squelching. It smelled putrid, I can only imagine it being the stench of death. I started to move around the edge of the room but with each of my steps, it flowed to me. I stopped in the corner when I noticed that it had blocked my way to the window and to the door. I tried to focus on getting to that window but the noxious fumes kept breaking my train of focus. I felt dizzy, lightheaded. My vision was blurring, failing and I was sliding down on the cold, concrete wall trying to stay awake. It touched my extended foot and I almost blacked out. As I faded in and out, it sat up, the sludge clearing from her face as she said one last thing.
"Hello brother, it want's you to come live with us."
Credited to Charcoaly
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