The Sorrowing Home Homicide Short Story

“Harrowing, terrifying, broken-down, home of death…” This was the way Henry Camden spoke of the home where the morbid events of his childhood took place. It was a cool, refreshing, early August afternoon when Camden was relaxing on his front porch. He lived in a neighborhood where the sounds of laughter and play rang throughout the streets. On this particular afternoon, the neighborhood was quiet, for it was the sixty-fifth anniversary of an event known as The Harrowing Home Homicide. Charlie Valentine, a very brave and charismatic person, was a freshman in High School. He was taking an advanced writing course where he was give the task of talking to an elder of the community about an event that had transpired in their lifetime. When Charlie heard this, he immediately knew he must find Mr. Henry Camden to interview him about the events that transpired on the night of The Harrowing Home Homicide. When Charlie got home, he immediately rushed down the street to find Mr. Camden, who was usually sitting outside, in his old, handmade, wooden, rocking …show more content…
The three of us, being willed on by the attentive, watching eyes of our peers, went into the house to find a spot to sleep for the night. It was around eight o’clock, and the last glimpses of brilliant orange and pink light were beginning to fade into a star filled canvas. We first chose to explore the large, three story home, and then later choose a place to rest. I, against my will, was leading the pack because I had the flashlight. We walked towards the back of the house with the boards screeching and bending under our feet. As we made it to the backdoor we found an old, rusty ladder, that was used instead of stairs. We were hesitant to walk up the ladder at first, with rungs being in the shape that they were. Carl and Tom convinced me nothing bad was going to happen, and so I slowly crept up the ladder, at a snails pace, until I reached the