Terror House is a short creepy tale about a boy and girl who are dared to spend the night in a haunted house.
Rumor had it that the house on top of the hill was haunted. Local children called it “Terror House”. The former owner had been murdered in a horrible manner by a gang of thieves. Supposedly, the old man had a huge fortune, a wooden chest full of precious gems hidden somewhere in the house.
The thieves broke into the house one night and tried to force the man to reveal where his treasure was hidden. But the old man was a stubborn sort and refused to tell them where the chest was located. The thieves eventually chopped him up into little pieces and threw the remains into the fireplace.
Legend had it that, every Halloween night, at the stroke of midnight, the old man’s ghost would appear, falling down the chimney piece by piece. It was said that if you waited there long enough, the old man’s body would reassemble itself and his ghost would point to the location of the treasure. Unfortunately, no one had ever been brave enough to sit there and watch the ghastly scene to the end.
One halloween, when two young kids named Chad and Roberta were at school, when they heard their friends talking about the legend of Terror House and the old man’s ghost. They had heard the story a number of times over the years. The two kids claimed they didn’t believe Terror House was really haunted. Their friends challenged them to prove it. They dared Chad and Roberta to spend the night in the haunted house.
That night, their friends waited in the driveway as the two kids walked up the driveway of the haunted house and stood on the porch. Chad found a window that was loose and forced it open. He climbed in and Roberta followed him, carrying a flashlight.
Inside the house, the atmosphere was eerie and forboding. It looked like no one had been there for years. The furniture was draped with white sheets and cobwebs were covering every surface. The two kids found a spot near the chimney, spread out their sleeping bags and settled down to wait until the clock struck midnight.
The house was quiet until the town clock chimed twelve. At once, they heard a thunderous rumbling coming from the fireplace. A hazy, yellow light began to emanate from the fireplace, shining on the floor in front of them. Chad turned to Roberta and grabbed her hand. They were both trembling with fear.
Suddenly, there came a hideous noise that sounded like a splat. It seemed as if something had fallen down the chimney and landed on the stone hearth below. Looking closer, the pair saw thjat it was a severed leg.
Roberta let out a piercing scream. They heard another fleshy thumping sound and another severed leg appeared on top of its mate. Chad squeezed Roberta’s hand tightly, as he started to sob with terror. Then an arm flopped down on top of the other limbs. There was a huge wet thud as a torso hit the pile. Finally, a head tumbled down the chimney and landed on the heap of body parts. It balanced on top of them like a cherry on an ice cream sundae.
Chad and Roberta were were clutching each other in silent terror. The body parts began crawling across the floor and gradually assembled themselves into a full figure. Then, the corpse of the old man, quietly stood up and crept towards the terrified children. His arm extended and he pointed straight at them.
The kids who were waiting outside heard unearthly screams coming from the haunted house. They were too frightened to go inside, so they remained outside the gate until sunrise. When it grew bright enough, they finally summoned the courage to go into the house and find their friends.
They climbed in the window and saw a large wooden chest sitting in front of the fireplace. Excited, the ran over to it and found that the chest was filled to the brim with precious gems. Then they recoiled in horror when they noticed two sets of legs poking out from under the chest. They pulled the heavy wooden chest back to reveal the crushed bodies of Chad and Roberta lying squashed underneath.