A distant relative left me their house. The House in Herne Forest. It's been a few days and this house definitely has secrets. (Part 3)

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Part 2
Guys, I?m so sorry I haven?t posted an update for a while. I?ve been so preoccupied with the new house! It's been a few days now. I am slowly becoming accustomed to the intricacies of this house, it's needs and most importantly, it's rules.
Something like this isn't easy. It isn't easy to accept that you've been chosen by some distant relative that you've never met. Chosen to look after a house that you know nothing about. But I am trying to make the best of things.
Over the last few days, I've been learning to follow the rules, the hard way. After my last post, I experienced other strange things, unexplainable things really so I decided that I have no choice but to listen to Aunt Vasiliy and respect the house. But I also wanted to learn more. I was convinced that Aunt Vasiliy didn't tell me everything.
Let me just rewind and go over the events of the last few days. I didn't just wake up the next morning and decide that I had to follow the rules - no, other things that followed were a precursor to that.
After the events of the first night, I decided to go about my day as normal. I awoke the next morning, groggy from the lack of sleep the night before, and what happened almost felt like a bad dream. Maybe it didn't happen? I decided to go with that. Then I did some boring stuff, unpacked my boxes, rearranged Aunt Vasiliy's bedroom so that it didn't remind me so much of the dead person who I have now replaced. I scoured the house for keys to the upstairs bedrooms but I found nothing - I couldn't even find the keys to the basement and it wasn't for my lack of trying.
I set up my TV in the living room and sat, for most of the day, watching crappy reruns of Desperate Housewives. I was sleepy so I'd just begun to drift off when I heard a creaking sound, the squeak of an opening door. Naturally, I went over to investigate. I stood in the landing and that was when I saw that the basement door was open. A foul smell was emanating from the darkness. The inside of the basement door had a key in it. I assumed it was the basement key, but why was it here? On the inside of the door? It's almost as if someone had locked it from the inside and that same someone, just unlocked it again.
My heart was racing...fast. I shut the door again and locked it, placing the key in my pocket. Then rule number 12 sprung to mind - The basement has to be cleaned twice a day, do not forget this. Now, this baffled me, who cleans their basement more than once at the best of times? It?s a basement, a place that naturally gathers dust, a place that no one hastens to visit in their homes. A basement is a creepy place regardless. So I locked it and avoided it.
I went out to run some errands and when I returned, I discovered some very peculiar things. The house wasn?t right. Most of the upstairs rooms had disappeared, simply vanished. Bare walls greeted me as I made my way upstairs and my bedroom was the only room still there but upon entering it, I saw that it no longer had any windows. I had an inkling that it all had something to do with this house and that it was somehow...alive. Aunt Vasiliy was right. I went back downstairs and that was when I noticed something even more chilling.
The front door was gone. All I saw was a barren wall - the welcome mat that I had brought from my previous apartment was gone too. I ran to the wall where the door was supposed to be and frantically banged at it.
''Hello? Can anyone hear me?'' I shouted.
No one could of course. The house certainly made sure of that. With my heart in my mouth, I slowly backed away. I thought that it would be a good idea to read more of Aunt Vasiliy's diary and see if there is anything else that I could discern about the house. It was then that I heard a faint laugh that resonated throughout the house, through my body. It was coming from the closed basement door. It was a soft, quiet laugh, barely audible. I stopped dead in my tracks, sweat dripped from my brow onto my nose, tickling me. I wiped it away. It started and then it briefly stopped and grew louder and louder each time. It sent a shiver down my spine and I suddenly felt very cold.
If you hear laughter coming from the basement. Go to your room and lock the door. Do NOT investigate it. Rule number 9.
I was heavily freaked out at this point so I ran up to stairs to lock myself in my bedroom but when I got up there, I saw that it was no longer there. Panic bubbled up inside, threatening to overtake me like an overflowing kettle. Everything got so, so dark within the house. I checked my watch and it was only 4.30 pm so the fact that it was this dark in the house was an impossibility that I wasn't able to comprehend but then, nothing about this house is possible, nor predictable. I looked around, trying to find somewhere to run, anywhere to hide and that was when in the distance, I saw a flash of red, illuminated in the darkness.
It was the red door. The door that I was explicitly not allowed to open. The allure of it drew me in and I found myself walking toward it. When I got near it, I marveled at the intensity of the color, it was beautiful.
Someone knocked on the other side, the sudden noise made me jump bringing me out of my stupor. My hand reached out and touched the cool handle.


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