Halloween Story

Tom Gertchwell is a real-estate agent and he is vacationing in Paris. On Halloween he decided to see the oldest creepiest house in France. He didn’t believe in ghosts or anything like that so he forgot the warnings and rumors and went to see it anyway.
“You do know that this house is haunted, (gulp) right”, said the taxi driver as they drove up the driveway.
“Yes. Yes I do”, Tom replied, “let me out here.”
“Nobody who as gone here as ever came back.”
“I’m sure”, joked Tom, “see you later.”
Tom walked up to the house and onto the deck. When he opened the door responded with a loud Creeek.
“This place is a bit of a fixer-upper”, he joked.
When he toured the house he felt like something was watching him. Sometimes he would think he would see something in the shadows but then it would be gone.
“I must be losing my mind”, he said.
“Not yet anyway”, said an old voice.
Tom turned around and jumped in surprise.
A small old man is standing right in front of him. He was very pale and looked like he hadn’t slept in months. He had long yellow fingernails that looked like little yellow needles. He was wearing a night shirt and some old jeans that were ripped in the knees.
“Who are you”, questioned Tom.
“Who am I? Who are you”, he replied.
“Sorry. I must be leaving. G-Goodbye”
“You can’t use the front door”, said the old man.
As Tom walked to the front door and grabbed the handle it got really hot and burned his hand. As he ran for the back door the old man was just standing there smiling. When he got to the back door he went through and saw bunches of gravestones.
“Oh my god”, he said.
“It’s beautiful”, said the old man, “Now would you like to join them?”
“Wha”
At that moment the old man jumped on him and started clawing and biting him. Tom eventually through him off and ran back into the house to hide.
“Help. Help. Is anyone here”, he shouted, “help me”
He could hear the old man chuckle and say, “There’s no one here to help you.”