Phobia: Fear of Old Houses

Let me tell you about my fear . . . I keep having the same horrible, fearful dream each night- It is snowing and I am driving my old car; and I have miles to go, when my car slides and crashes . . . I see a house not far, dim against the sky, reaching it, I knock on the door then I open it; it is pitch black inside and seems to be abandoned, (I groan in my sleep) . . . Ahead are stairs that lead up, at the top are dark hallways; with faded wallpaper and no windows but doors, and each door I try opening- is locked; (were there not windows on the outside?) I am scared of the darkness and quiet, soon, I am lost in a maze of dark hallways. Running down halls that go nowhere- each a dead end; no door opens, and the hallways just go on and on . . . I am lost in this house, and I am so tired- tired; I fall on a dirty, threadbare rug and I sleep, waking in the morn' in my bed with the lights on. _____________________ September 16, 2017 Narrative/PHOBIA: Fear Of Old Houses Copyright Protected, ID 940165 Written for the contest, Fear II sponsor, Debbie Guzzi Sixth Place