The deserted house

The crisp air entered the cracked open window of the old abandoned house. It was midwinter of 1907 in rural Washington.  A blizzard overtook the small town and all where inside except for a small group of teenagers.  While walking home from one of their house's, they stopped in front of the large iron gate of the abandoned house.

    All where silent and peered through the iron gate.  One by one, each person whispered to each other what they thought existed in beyond it. Over the years they had heard many different stories of what took place there.  The oldest boy decided he wanted to find out the outcome for himself. He told the group he would be back in a few minutes and started to climb up the massive gate.  Each step he took his feet struggled to support him from going higher.  When he made it over, he realized he would not be able to get out since the back of the gate was a smooth piece of cement that was over twenty feet high.  Feeling uneasy, about his decision to enter the property, he continued on a windy forest trail to the abandoned house.  As he started up the trail he heard a high pitch scream in the distance.  It sounded like his younger sister as he called out her name. The girl responded with a weak cry, "get out while you can."

    The boy could feel his heart start to race and it became uneasy to breath. He ran to the house to save the girl. As he approached the front door, it was covered with blood. The girl was no where to be seen.  He tried to open the door and it would not budge. He looked up and saw an upstairs window open. After multiple attempts he made it into the house. 

     The house was empty filled with a heavy coating of dust. Down the hall, he saw a shadow.  He crept toward it hoping it was his sister. Instead he found a zombie covered in blood smeared across his front. He was in awe, and refused to except what stood before him. In a matter of seconds the zombie approached him. Not knowing what to do, the boy ran the opposite direction. Shortly after making it to the trail, he feel on a branch. The zombie gained speed and caught up to him. One short cry was all that was heard.  
    After an hour his friends became worried and decided to search for him.  Nothing was found but a trail of blood. To this day the story is still told. No one figured out the cause for his disappearance, but the small group that saw him climb over the fence.