Centennial Post – The House of Voices

Posted: October 6, 2015 by Philip Jean Kilmer in Short Story
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Today we are celebrating our 100th post on this blog of ours. We’re still quite small, but we’ve definitely been growing, which is always good. For our 100th post we decided to do something a little different. All five of us, (Bree Jalique, Evan Elias, Jaden C. Kilmer, J.A. Prentice, and myself, Philip Jean Kilmer, decided to do a collaboration where we all just added one sentence to the story per round for three rounds. We all have varying styles, so this may feel a tad rough, but we (or at least I) had a lot of fun doing it. And because we are celebrating the month long event that is Halloween, we had to make this one dark. So yeah, this is dark.

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The House of Voices

As John stood there under the grey October sky, a cold wind rustling his hair, he decided that there was most definitely something very unsettling about the old building. Looking past the crumbling brick work and the flakes of peeling white paint, which were disconcerting enough in their own right, he realized that occasionally there was movement behind the shattered panes of the windows on the third floor. He could hear them faintly calling his name, their voices blending with the howl of the wind, beckoning him to cross through the threshold of the rusted iron door.

The gravel groaned beneath his weight as he walked towards the building, his heart tattooing a vicious beat in his chest as his clammy fingers curled around the knob of the door.  There was an evil here, in this place. A thing that lurked in shadows and nightmares. Perhaps that was what was making the trees rustle. Something sinister dashing through the branches.

He opened the door and stepped into the house, immediately greeted by a roar of cold air, bearing a foul, rotting stench. John shivered, zipped up his sweater, and walked inside. It was silent as he stepped through the doorway with a lighter in one hand and the other tucked safely into the pocket of his peacoat, but then a second gust of air swept across the floor, vanquishing the flame that illuminated his path as it slammed the door shut behind him, and once he stood in total darkness, he heard their voices scratching in every direction.

He’s here! A new one! A new one! Oh, how fun said the voices.

John felt the hair rise on the back of his neck, a cold shiver ran down the length of his spine as he twisted his body to the source of the voices. “I know what you are,” he said,shouting to the shifting shadows and the deep dark, “and I know how to stop you!”

He fumbled with his lighter as he felt them closing in on him, and after several flicks of his thumb a flame flicked to life, revealing one of the hideous things: a bald head; pale, grey skin like burnt charcoal; small, white eyes; a gaping mouth with tiny but jagged teeth sticking out of sickly black gums; and that was all he saw before the creature shrieked at him and the flame snuffed out again. John’s hands were slick with cold sweat as the lighter slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a resounding thud, and suddenly that one presence began to multiply. He felt clammy hands begin to grip onto his arms and legs, strong, bony, fingers digging into his flesh and he struggled to shake them off as he reached into his backpack.

Come play with us, John. Whatever miracle John was hoping to find in his backpack was too late coming, and the hands dragged him through the floor and into a world of whirling black- a thousand shades of night, from twilight to midnight.

The air was a heavy mist, making his every breath weigh upon his lungs like he was breathing in lead. He struggled to swim against the swirling darkness but it was no avail. John was sucked into the ether. The voices grew to a roar and his mind become not his own, but part of the house. Part of the wood and part of the walls, and part of the floor. After an eternity of falling through the empty darkness, everything came to a stop, and vibrations that he felt in the Earth led him to a window where he saw a weary girl approaching the building with a flashlight, and this made a smile crook across his face. He watched as she walked in tentatively, her hand curled tightly around her flashlight as if it was an anchor to her courage. He loomed over her and gripped her shoulder tightly, every muscle in her body tensed as he gave her a rough tug; her light rolled on the ground and just the first note of her cry tore from her lips before it was silenced.

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Here is a behind the scenes look at our centennial post:

As John stood there under the grey October sky, a cold wind rustling his hair, he decided that there was most definitely something very unsettling about the old building. (J.A. Prentice)

Looking past the crumbling brick work and the flakes of peeling white paint, which were disconcerting enough in their own right, he realized that occasionally there was movement behind the shattered panes of the windows on the third floor. (Evan Elias)

He could hear them faintly calling his name, their voices blending with the howl of the wind, beckoning him to cross through the threshold of the rusted iron door. (Philip Jean Kilmer)

The gravel groaned beneath his weight as he walked towards the iron door,his heart tattooing a vicious beat in his chest as his clammy fingers curled around the knob of the door. (Bree Jalique)

There was an evil here, in this place. A thing that lurked in shadows and nightmares. Perhaps that was what was making the trees rustle. Something sinister dashing through the branches. (Jaden C Kilmer)

He opened the door and stepped into the house, immediately greeted by a roar of cold air, bearing a foul, rotting stench. (J.A. Prentice)

John shivered, zipped up his sweatshirt, and walked inside. (Evan Elias)

It was silent as he stepped through the doorway with a lighter in one hand and the other tucked safely into the pocket of his peacoat, but then a second gust of air swept across the floor, vanquishing the flame that illuminated his path as it slammed the door shut behind him, and once he stood in total darkness, he heard their voices scratching in every direction. (Philip Jean Kilmer)

He’s here! A new one! A new one! Oh, how fun said the voices. (Jaden C Kilmer)

John felt the hair rise on the back of his neck, a cold shiver ran down the length of his spine as he twisted his body to the source of the voices. (Bree Jalique)

“I know what you are,” he said,shouting to the shifting shadows and the deep dark, “and I know how to stop you!” (J.A. Prentice)

He fumbled with his lighter as he felt them closing in on him, and after several flicks of his thumb a flame flicked to life, revealing one of the hideous things: a bald head; pale, grey skin like burnt charcoal; small, white eyes; a gaping mouth with tiny but jagged teeth sticking out of sickly black gums; and that was all he saw before the creature shrieked at him and the flame snuffed out again. (Philip Jean Kilmer)

John’s hands were slick with cold sweat as the lighter slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a resounding thud, and suddenly that one presence began to multiply. (Bree Jalique)

John felt clammy hands begin to grip onto his arms and legs, strong, bony, fingers digging into his flesh and he struggled to shake them off as he reached into his backpack. (Evan Elias)

Come play with us, John. Whatever miracle John was hoping to find in his backpack was too late coming, and the hands dragged him through the floor and into… (Jaden C Kilmer)

A world of whirling black- a thousand shades of night, from twilight to midnight. The air was a heavy mist, making his every breath weigh upon his lungs like he was breathing in lead. (J.A. Prentice)

He struggled to swim against the swirling darkness but it was no avail. (Evan Elias)

John was sucked into the ether. The voices grew to a roar and his mind become not his own, but part of the house. Part of the wood and part of the walls, and part of the floor. (Jaden C. Kilmer)

After an eternity of falling through the empty darkness, everything came to a stop, and vibrations that he felt in the Earth led him to a window where he saw a weary girl approaching the building with a flashlight, and this made a smile crook across his face. (Philip Jean Kilmer)

Don’t worry, Bree. The pressure is only all on you to close this out without angering all of us and our fans and the world. No pressure. lol. jk. (Philip Jean Kilmer)

Let’s all just lurk around until Bree comes by.

Sure. mind if I sing? MYYY HEARRRT IS BEEEATING FROM ME. I AM STANNNNDING ALL ALONEEE (Jaden C. Kilmer)

Just keep waiting just keep waiting what do we do we wait wait. When you WWAAAAAAAANNNNTT (Philip Jean Kilmer)

QUICK I’M THINKING OF A NUMBER BETWEEN 3 AND 5 WHAT IS IT (Jaden C. Kilmer)

3.14 obviously (Philip Jean Kilmer)

…god damn it. (Jaden C. Kilmer)

I win game? (Philip Jean Kilmer)

NO DON’T DELETE THIS JOSH I SEE U HIGHLIGHTING (Jaden C. Kilmer)

I WILL NOT BE SILENCED

oh s’all good. Crisis averted.

Fight me. I’ll crush all your dreams. Took me forever to scroll down. (Bree Jalique) 

He watched as she walked in tentatively, her hand curled tightly around her flashlight as if it was an anchor to her courage. He loomed over her and gripped her shoulder tightly, every muscle in her body tensed as he gave her a rough tug; her light rolled on the ground and just the first note of her cry tore from her lips before it silenced. (Bree Jalique)

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