A horror/thriller story

Music: Phantom of the Opera



Well I found out that I'm not cut out for writing devotionals so I'm trying my hand at writing short stories. These are gonna be very short and probably gonna stink. Well this one is a horror/thriller/suspense one, though you all may not find it really interesting. Just a note, i came up with this story though the idea is really old.

A noise sounded above Jane's head. She looked up and could just barely make out the shapes of, she would guess, about four dozen black birds flying from the house that loomed in front of her. She was still watching the birds fly away when rain started to fall on her face. She turned back to the house. The shutters were falling off, and the trees were barren. It had an abandoned, creepy look to it, like something out of the horror movies. However her car had broke down a little ways up the road and her cell phone was dead. There is no other option, she told herself. Yet she wished she could try another house, but this was the first one she came to and she didn't want to chance it, so she started to walk towards the house.
She opened the iron gate that separated the sidewalk from the pathway to the house. It squeaked open then clanged shut behind her as if sealing her doom. Stop that, she scolded herself. You're freaked out enough as is. She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. She was wet now and shivered slightly on the porch. She looked to her left and saw a rocking chair rocking slowly in the wind. She hugged herself and rang a second time. When no one came she knocked.
"Excuse me is anyone in there?" She shouted.
She knocked again, with still no response. Discouraged Jane turned away, but turned back when the door creaked open. She saw no one when it opened, the wind opened it she rationalized. Yet it didn't open when i knocked? Jane shook her head, getting rid of these thoughts, and though every instinct in her body forbade it, she went inside.
Jane examined her surrounds to the best of her abilities. It was dark in here, she could barely see the floor. What she could see was messy and dirty. It also smelled disgusting in here.
"Hello?" She yelled. "Is anyone here? My car broke down and i need to use a phone. Hello?"
She saw movement out of the corner of her eye.
"Hello?"
She could make out the outline of a man retreating into another room.
"Wait!"
She rushed after him and from what she could tell was now in the family room. She saw a big armchair in the middle of the room. She saw, what she thought was, the head of a man. She walked over to him.
"Hey, sorry about the intrusion, but can i use your phone?"
He didn't respond, perhaps he was deaf, she walked closer and gently shook his shoulder. He slumped over and Jane felt something sticky on her fingers. Suddenly the lights turned on and Jane saw red on her fingers. She saw the man, actually woman, had a blossom of blood coming from her head. Jane screamed.
A man loomed in front of her. He had and evil look on his face.
"So sorry you had to see that," he said.
Jane ran, she ran for the door. She ran for her life. The man grabbed her arm though before she could make it.
"No no you don't."
"Let me go! Let me go!"
The man just laughed evilly, and dragged her back to the family room. He threw her into another armchair and tied her to it. He took out a gun.
"Well you're about to die, any last words?"
"Please don't kill me."
"Sorry can't do that."

Well the end. Ok I'm kinda freaked now. I wrote this while watching Disturbia so now I'm really freaked out, man that is one creepy movie. Ok I think I'm gonna write a happier story now.