Do you like Ice Nine Kills? Here’s a story all about psychos! Don’t be fooled, it’s kind of spooky.
Psychos from across the globe get together in one place to congregate. They finally all meet each other and reside there for ten days whilst an Ice Nine Kills show is on the tenth day. Unfortunately, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. It turns out that the fans were fooled; there is not a concert on the tenth day and this just might be the end of the road for them, for something crazy is happening. The people who set it up actually hate their music and their fans, so they locked them up in a house called Brimsworth Manor and plan on keeping them there, and on the tenth day, something very awful will happen. But don’t worry, psychos, this story is one hundred percent fictitious.
Prey for them.
Chapter One: Brimsworth Manor Madness
Calling all psychos!
We are having a 10-Day congregation just for fans of Ice Nine Kills! The meet-up will be held at Brimsworth Manor in Dallas, TX. The address is 736 Norwalk Street Dallas, TX 75001. The date of the meet-up lands on June 21st, 2022. So bring your strongest vibe attire representing our favorite band and enjoy meeting your fellow fans.
Oh, and one more thing—Ice Nine Kills is going to have a special private concert just for you guys! Feel special yet? If not, you’ll be residing in the house that they stayed in last summer. And yes, I’ve made sure we have enough room, even if we have to cram 17 psychos in one room!
Have fun!
Sincerely,
INK staff
After Darla read the letter, she merely fainted. She couldn’t believe she finally got to go to their show, and not only that, she gets to meet all of the awesome people she’d been talking to for months.
“I think it’s fake. Why would they invite all of their fans and have them live in a house together, then have a special, private concert all for free? It doesn’t make sense. I think it’s fake. It’s all too good to be true,” Marla said bluntly.
“No, it’s not! It’s really the staff. Look at the envelope! Here’s the address.” Darla showed Marla the address.
“You’re way too naïve,” Marla laughed.
“You’re just not trusting. I take risks.”
“Yeah, risks? You’re risking your life, dude.”
“You’ll see, it’s real. And I’ll take many pictures to prove it. I bet the house is beautiful!”
“Yeah, okay, you’ll be dead by Tuesday.”
“Shut the fuck up, Marla.”
“I’m trying to help you out. Don’t come crying to me when—oh yeah, that’s right. You won’t be crying to me. You’ll be long gone. I’m just worried about you.”
“Don’t be,” Darla glared.
“Fine. Go!”
“I was anyway, despite what you say.”
“Okay, do what you want.”
Darla grinned, squeaked, then raced inside to immediately start packing her things. She got a text message from a fellow psycho, Ronnie, saying:
Dude! It’s happening! Trisha called it! Oh my God I can’t believe it!
Darla grew a giant, six-mile-wide grin, then texted back:
Yeah, she did! I guess I’ll see you—meet you at the manor!
She made sure to gather up and wash all of her Ice Nine Kills attire before she left. She was so nervous, but so excited.
The Day of The Congregation
Darla pulls up at Brimsworth Manor; she’s here—she’s finally here! She sees a giant white and black ‘IX’ banner atop the house. She looked around and noticed all the beautiful psychos walking around and chatting.
“Oh my God! No way, Ronnie!” Darla waved at Ronnie.
“Darla! Hi!” Ronnie rushed over towards Darla and hugged her.
“This is insane, right?” Darla smiled.
“Yes! But I’m so thrilled it’s happening! Like I said, Trisha called it!” Ronnie exclaimed; they laughed. “Where is Trisha?” he asked.
Darla shrugged her shoulders.
Meanwhile, in Delancey’s Basement…
“Please, why are you doing this?!” asked Trisha, as Delancey ties her up in a metal chair pinned to the floor.
“Shut your mouth, fuck! You psychos are so Goddamn annoying! Thinking you’re all amazing because you represent a shit band! Now sit still…”
Delancey tried to superglue her lips together but she bit her.
“Ow! Go to hell!” Delancey barked at Trisha.
“You’re never gonna get away—“
Trisha paused as Delancey pulled out a chainsaw.
“Hmm,”Delancey chuckled, “shut you up, didn’t it? Well, this baby is just one my very delightful little friends that will destroy each and every one of you little baby psychos—think you’re all big and bad now? Damn right you’re into horror, you’ll be in to horror once horror gets a taste of you little freaks! And where is your precious band, hmm? Where are they and why won’t they save you?” laughed Delancey.
“Oh, they’ll be here…” Trisha bluffed.
“…What. How do you know, that’s ridiculous to even say!”
“Is it though? Because if you know Ice Nine Kills like we do, you’d know they’ll always come to any psychos’ rescue. It’s like magic.”
“Okay,” chuckled Delancey, “get your head out of the cloud, ‘cause nobody ain’t saving you today!”
“Um, correction: you’re not being saved today… or… something… now you have my brain all fucked up from that ignorant sentence!”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Delancey started up the chainsaw, then suddenly , before she could even get the chainsaw going, her head was on the floor.
Spencer Charnas of Ice Nine Kills had come in to save Trisha! He decapitated Delancey with Delancey’s axe she had named Stone Cold Fox (she had a name for all of her ‘friends’) and then got going. It was a Bloodbath & Beyond that day; who knew one person could bleed out dark red, precious blood so much.
“Oh my God, Spencer! I knew it!” exclaimed Trisha as she hugged him.
“Let’s get cleaned up. Does Delancey have a husband my size?” asked Spencer.
“I don’t know if she even has a husband with that attitude.”
Both laugh.
“Okay, well it looks like I’ve got a lot of saving to do today!” Spencer stands in upright position and puts his fists on his waist; Trisha chuckles.
“I’ll catch you on the flip. Say, you didn’t happen to see how many people were out to get us, did you?” asked Spencer.
“No, I did not. But you can do it! I have faith in you! Now, run before someone finds you. I’ll do the same,” Trisha smiled.
“You go home after this, okay?” Spencer told Trisha.
“No, I’m going to help you get—“
“Go home. It’s not safe for you here. It’s not safe for any of you psychos. I’m going to get you all home safe. I promise. And then, who knows? Maybe we’ll have a real private show!”
“I love you, Spencer Charnas.” Trisha hugged Spencer as he blushed.
“Okay, let’s go. We must not waste time! Time is of the essence—time is the envy of—“
“Dude. We’re wasting time.”
“Onward.”
The two split up; Spencer headed towards Brimsworth Manor, but was he too late…?
Chapter Two: We’re All Gonna Die!
“Wow…” Darla gasped as she entered Brimsworth Manor. “Do they always live like royalty?”
“Right?” another psycho agreed, “this place is stunning! Screw your sister! We’re clearly not being scammed!”
“Yeah! I’m actually going to call her in a few to rub it in. Take some pictures. But first — my room!” her voice growled.
“Yeah, what do we do about rooms?” asked Alyanna.
“Have you met Arthur yet? He’s our key man! He’ll tell you anything you wanna know! Just go up to him, and say what’s up!” smiled Ardmore.
“Where’s Arthur?” asked Darla.
“Follow me,” smiled Ardmore.
When they got to Arthur’s office, Darla’s jaw dropped; the whole room was just gold-plated, glass-waiting-to-be-broken, high-dollar office which she had never seen before. The office was still a part of the house, but it was Arthur’s so it was special.
“Hi… Arthur?” Darla asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” Arthur turned around, swinging in his leather chair, looking like a million bucks.
“Hi, I’m wondering about the rooms? Like, how do we pick them?” “Brilliant! I’ve chosen them for you already! Here is the chart!”
Darla holds her right index finger next to the names on the chart; she finds hers and…
“I’m sleeping in a fucking barn?!”
“Sorry, hon. We have not enough room for every psycho to slumber in Brimsworth! But it’s cute that you want to! Bye-bye now. Arthur has got important phone calls to make.”
Darla was outraged.
“Are you fucking ki—“
“I’m glad we went over the sleeping situation, now if you may, could you please kindly show the other psychos? Thank you. See your way out now, love.” Arthur winked at Darla, then spun back towards the wall.
“Dar, what the hell?!” exclaimed Kimberlee as they walked out of Arthur’s office.
“Yeah, I know! I’m pissed! Okay, now I think something is up. I’m calling my sister to have her come get me. You notify the rest of the psychos. K, babe?” Darla sighed.
“What—are you crazy—no! Darla, it’s just a coincidence. Nothing is going to happen to us. There wasn’t enough room. Simple. Please don’t ruin it. I mean, no offense, but please don’t. It’s my first time meeting you all, and seeing Ice Nine Kills. I just don’t want anything to happen. I love you though.” smiled Kimberlee.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Darla shook her head, partially because she was in disbelief of the fact that though it was obvious, no one had believed her. She knew she had to let it go, but it’d take awhile.
“Let’s go to our bedrooms! Dar, may we see the chart?” asked Lila.
“Must be nice,” Darla deadpanned.
“Oh, shush. You’ll be just fine. Hey, look! Adam is bunking in the barn, too, along with others! You’ll be just fine!” Lila smiled.
“Easy for you to say! You’re not the one—I’m sorry. It’s not you…” she sighs. “Thanks, Spencer.”
“Hey, now! Don’t blame Spence Char! Blame that crazy Arthur dude. He’s an ass it seems like…”
“Right. I’m sorry. I just… I thought this would be different; I thought we’d have roommates and roast fucking marshmallows by the campfire while singing Thank God It’s Friday… I thought… wrong.”
“Well, some of us have roommates… sorry… and that actually sounds like fun. We should do that tonight! Anywhere to set a campfire?”
“Lila, you’re not getting it! I wanted this to be something it’s not. Now… now I just want to go home. Not that I miss my family, or my home, but I can already tell this place isn’t going to end well for me.”
“Hmm… I’ll be right back…”
Lila runs toward her backpack, pulls out a bullhorn and hops up on the sofa.
“I knew I’d find use for this,” she says to herself.
Lila puts the bullhorn to her face, pulls the trigger and talks into it,
“Attention, psychos! We have a psycho here who is not having a good time! So… let’s give her the best damn ten days a psycho has ever had! Psychos unite!”
All of the psychos applaud and agree; Darla grins.
Lila jumps off the sofa, smiling at Darla.
“Thank you,” Darla smiled as she hugged Lila.
“It’s what psychos do,” Lila said softly.
It came time for bed and they all headed to their room while Darla and four others headed to the barn. The psychos slumber in the barn when Darla asked,
“hey, guys. Wanna hear a joke?”
“Sure!” they all exclaimed.
“I hate CPS; they never give parents another chance.”
Three psychos chuckle.
“How is that even funny?” David asks. “that’s horrible!”
“I thought it was funny,” Mara deadpanned.
“While we’re all awake, let’s go around the room and share our favorite things; Beside Ice Nine Kills and horror movies,” smiled Seth.
“Okay. You first, Seth,” Darla winked.
“Okay, well, I love my Star Wars!” Seth exclaimed. “Now you, Dar.”
“I am fascinated by art,” Darla sighed happily. “Next!”
“I really love my—“
“Dungeon Of Doom 3000,” the five psychos interrupted Kelvin in annoyance.
“Dungeon… Of Doom… 3000…” Kelvin continued softly.
Darla started busting out laughing so hard she snorted.
“Ha! You snorted!” Seth laughed.
“Kelvin, literally all you talk about is that stupid computer game!” David complained.
“It’s his thing; if he likes it, he likes it. Don’t be an ass, David!” Mara snapped.
“Yeah, David!” Serenity replied.
Darla still lied in her bed, laughing herself to tears.
“Well, goodnight, psychos. I’m going to bed,” Seth yawned.
“Me too,” Serenity replied as she lied back down.
“I’ll be right back; gotta pee. Stupid that we have to walk all the way to the house to use the bathroom. Stupid that we’re in a fucking barn actually,” David complained.
“Okay, we get it. Will you stop bitching for one moment? Stop ruining this for us! Go home if you’re not happy here! Jesus!” exclaimed Darla.
“… I’m going to the bathroom…” David deadpanned.
He left the barn and immediately felt a certain chill but ignored it. He heard footsteps through the crinkling red and brown leaves but shrugged his shoulders and walked on. David was fearless—for the most part. But tonight, his fears were about to impale him…
It was a dark, hot night with no psychos in sight; everybody was inside either sleeping or settled down. Nobody had even the slightest clue that David was even out there except for the four psychos residing in the barn, so they weren’t watching for him. The night was so pitch black that even owls couldn’t see, and it didn’t help that David was barefoot and kept stepping on rocks. Every “ouch” and “ow” was loud enough for someone six feet away to hear. So it’s only obvious that if a stalker were to be hanging around the manor, he or she would be summoned to David’s unintentional call. You’d think since they were in the city, it’d be flooded with lights, but not where Brimsworth Manor is. It’s hidden down a long country road leading to a private land, that being Brimsworth Manor. In other words, if there was a mass murder, who the fuck would know? Scary thought, right?
A figure danced upon the sidewalk with a very dimmed phone light. David noticed the light and got suspicious.
“Who’s there?” he asked.
The figure suddenly zipped across the sidewalk faster than the speed of light, gripped David’s neck, and impaled David in both eyes with a crowbar. He then let go of David’s neck and dunked David’s head on the concrete like a basketball. He gave a devilish grin, wiped off the blood with his shirt, then walked off. He left the body for the purpose of he wanted the psychos to see. He wanted to show them that he’s king psycho. Although he wasn’t talking about an Ice Nine Kills psycho… he wanted to be his own kind of psycho.
The next day, the psychos all woke up, came downstairs to get together for breakfast, and a few gathered up outside only to find David’s head shattered on the cement, with brain matter spilled all over. The psychos shrieked their inner demons away and a few ran to tell Arthur as fast as they could, only Arthur was not there. So, they called the people in charge and the people in charge told them that there was nothing they could do; to just ride it out until the show.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Anya screamed into the phone as she hung it up.
“What did they say?” asked Darla. Anya held her head, slid down the wall onto her knees and broke down.
“Nothing… they said… nothing…”
Darla rubbed her back slowly.
“I’m sorry. But I told you guys.”
“Darla, now is not the time!” yelled Adam.
Darla rolled her eyes.
“Guys, let’s just eat…” said Adam.
“What about the body?” Valencia worried.
“Leave it. Unless you want to pick it up!”
Valencia shook her head rapidly.
“Okay then!”
After breakfast, Anya went to go do her laundry down in the basement. Everyone else was playing video games and listening to Ice Nine Kills. She wanted to hurry up so she could do the same. She got her clothes out of the dryer, put them in the laundry basket, then started to head upstairs. But as she got closer to the top of the stairs, someone pulled her and she stumbled down 16 stairs. She had broken many bones so she couldn’t get up. The man walked up to her in a smiling pig mask and pliers; he reached for the tip of Anya’s nose.
“No! Please! Stop, you fucker! Stop!”
The man covered her screams with a bandanna. He, then used a nail gun to nail Anya’s hands together so she couldn’t move them – instead, she could only focus on how painful it was. He grabbed the pliers and reached for her nose, cut the tip off until it bled like a fountain of Kool-Aid. He cut off both her earlobes, her nipples, and her pinky fingers and pinky toes. Her screaming started to sound like squealing through the bandanna; she squealed and squealed and she started losing her breath and consciousness. The man finished her off with a slit to the throat. She was done; Anya was over. The man walked off, whistling Farmer In The Dell. It wasn’t until five hours later when anyone actually found Anya. But when they did, all hell broke lose…
“That’s it; that’s fucking it! I’m doing something about this; psychos are dying! This is not fucking cool!” Adam yelled.
“Anyone know how to get a hold of Spencer?” asked Cara.
“Stupid question, Cara!” yelled Adam.
“Hey, she’s just making suggestions, Adam…” Darla pointed out.
“I know. I’m sorry, Cara,” sighed Adam.
“It’s okay. This whole thing just messes with your head, I get it!” Cara replied.
“Yes, definitely.” Adam gave Cara a hug and they started brainstorming ideas on how to escape since their cars were ‘valeted’.
“We cannot sleep tonight; none of us. We have got to catch this person. And if one of us falls asleep, we can’t,” Darla declared.
“Yes, but also, nobody going outside…” Cara noted.
“… Or even out of their rooms!” Adam exclaimed.
“That’s right. We must all stick together. We have to hold out this next week. We can do this!” exclaimed Darla.
“Here’s the plan: we’ll have a buddy system from now on. Everyone, pick a buddy! That’s who you bunk with at night. And also, it’d save room for those who can’t sleep inside,” Adam insisted.
“Yes! Perfect!” exclaimed Cara.
Everyone agreed.
That Night…
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Darla asked Adam.
“I’ll be right back; I just need a glass of orange juice.”
“Whoa, no! No, no, no, no, no! You are not going anywhere, you hear me?! Stay,” Alison grabbed Adam’s body and sat him down by force.
“What’s the big deal? It’s just downstairs, y’all! It’s not like the killer can get to me that quick! Stop panicking!” laughed Adam.
“No way! Um… then I’m coming with you, if you really need to fucking go…” Darla tugged his sleeve. “Let’s go, doll face.”
“No!” Adam exclaimed.
“No?” Darla gave him an estranged look.
“No!”
“Dude, are you trying to get yourself killed? Darla’s just trying to help! Jesus!” Kimora exclaimed.
“I understand that, but I don’t need it. I will be fine. And to prove it, I’m leaving my phone here. On this table. See?” Adam dropped his phone on the coffee table and showed his hands.
“Fine. But if you die—“ Darla added.
“I. Won’t. Die. Okay?” Adam interrupted.
“Better not; we can’t lose another psycho!” sighed Alison.
“Yup. I’m gonna go now. Be back in five.”
The reality? Adam really wanted to catch this guy, and he didn’t tell anyone else because he knew they’d stop him. So, he waltzed into the kitchen, waiting for the killer to strike. Five minutes later and he hadn’t shown yet.
“Fuck this, I’m going back upstairs. They’re probably worried about me,” he said to himself.
He took three steps around the corner and out popped the killer, wearing a pig mask and a black cloak with gold trim.
“Ha! Got ya! Wait until the girls see this!”
The masked man just stood there. Adam grabbed him by the neck and tried to take off his mask.
“Come on, you bastard!”
The pig man karate-chopped Adam’s arm to the point of Adam shrieking, then reached into his tool box for a hammer. He took out the hammer, started beating Adam senselessly on the collarbone until eventually it broke and drew blood.
“Look, man. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” he squealed.
The pig man took the back of the hammer and jabbed it into Adam’s throat, leaving Adam speechless… literally. He, then yanked out the hammer from Adam’s throat, placed it in his eye socket, then pulled it out again. This time, he pulled out his eye. For some crazed reason, Adam’s heart was still beating, so Pig Man dug the back of the hammer into Adam’s chest wall. His heart had officially stopped, and Pig Man, once again, left the body there just to torture the psychos. He washed his hammer in the kitchen sink, then slowly walked away, whistling ‘Farmer In The Dell’.
“Where’s Adam? I’m worried about him. So worried.” Darla sighed and sat down on the wooden floor.
“C’mon, Dar. Let’s go look for him,” smiled Alison.
They looked around downstairs, but once they got to the kitchen area, they were both in shock.
“Oh my God, Adam!” screamed Darla.
“Who the fuck is doing this?!” exclaimed Alison.
“Me. It’s all me,” the pig man smiled through his mask.
Both the girls looked behind them as their jaws dropped.
“You’re-you’re-you’re,” Alison feared.
“What’s wrong, kid? Got a stuttering problem? It’s me. Your worst nightmare,” pig man explained.
Darla took off his mask, surprised to see it was Arthur.
“Oh my God!” Alison exclaimed.
Pig man vigorously stabbed Darla six times, Alison ran upstairs. Pig man walked upstairs slowly, every step creaking.
“Guys! He’s here! And Adam and Darla are dead! It’s been Arthur this entire time!” Alison screamed in panic.
“…Arthur?”
Chapter Three: Our Favorite Heroes
Everyone in the room panicked and tried to find an escape.
“Hey! Let’s use the window!” exclaimed Harold.
“Yes, great idea, Harold!” Donna smiled.
Everyone lined up for the window.
“Shh—you hear that?” Alison whispered as pig man was closer and his steps were heard. “He’s getting closer! We’ve gotta go, now! No time to waste!”
Five out of seventeen psychos made it out before pig man came.
“No! Please, no!” Donna begged as pig man slit her throat.
Then, Alison heard steps again as pig man was brutally murdering every psycho one by one.
“Oh my God, there’s more?” Alison asked.
Pig man scratched his head, for there wasn’t anyone else. So who could it be…?
When the door opened…
“Spencer!”
Alison ran up to Spencer and hugged him tightly.
“It’s okay, I’ve got this.”
Spencer ripped a leg off the wooden bed frame and impaled Arthur. Arthur, still alive, picked up a gun from his bag and shot him in the chest. Spencer collapsed at the scene.
“Spencer! What have you done, Arthur?”
Arthur laughed, “don’t worry; Spencer isn’t the only one dying tonight! I’m going to kill you, and your stupid psycho family, along with the Ice Nine Kills clique!”
“Wait, what?!” Alison asked, confused.
“I hate this stupid band and I hate you psychos! Ice Nine Kills are shit. They just—I don’t like ‘em!”
“Please, have you no mercy?”
“Nope, I sure don’t!” Arthur chuckled as he raised his crowbar, about to kill Alison.
Arthur collapsed after three gunshots were fired. Alison looked around, then looked in the doorway and out popped Joe. He smiled at Alison then found Spencer on the floor.
“You go! I’ll stay and try to wake him up!” Joe shooed her out of the room.
“Okay.”
Spencer woke up and saw that Arthur was dead.
“We’ve gotta go, man. Come on! I’ve gotta get you to a hospital,” Joe cried.
All of the psychos were outside and Patrick pulled up in a van, followed by Ricky and his van.
“Hop in, psychos!” smiled Patrick.
They all got in the van and were safe, finally. Joe took Spencer to an Emergency Room nearby. It took weeks for Spencer to fully recover, but luckily the bullet hit no organs. As for the psychos, they made it home safely. Everyone turned out fine, Ice Nine Kills had a concert to honor all deceased psychos from that time period. They even made a song about it. It’s safe to say that everyone will be all right.
To all the psychos out there, I love you and hope you enjoyed this story. Thanks for reading!
“I’ll never forget you, Lucy.” “But you already have. My final breath could be any minute now. And you act like everything is alright. Well guess what, Arlen? Nothing is okay anymore!” “Because you’ve given me no choice, Lucy. You’re dying right in front on me. Don’t you think I’d do something about it if I could? You’re the love of my life and I don’t want to lose you. And don’t you ever forget that!” And that was the moment where time stood still; where everything that once was, wasn’t anymore. No longer did the earth have room for one more dying patient. Lucy was gone.
DECEMBER ’18
Lucy Noel, 21, aspired to be many things. One thing she aspired most was to be a stay-at-home mom with a loving husband. Lucy did not know what was to become of her life. Not only was she not prepared, but she wasn’t capable of handling the truth well. But she had to world connected to her fingertips. Not a single thing was to get in the way of what she desired.
She figured since she was 21 and not getting any younger, she’d start dating, nothing serious though. For now.
After 5 days of looking, all Lucy found were your typical young men saying they love her already, or asking for nudes, etc. But Lucy wanted something more. She wanted an actual man.
On her birthday, December 15th, Lucy blew out her candles. The wish she made that day was to find a loyal,hard working, faithful, attractive man. Little did she know what was ahead of her that day.
By the 20th, Lucy met Arlen James. He seemed to have his shit together. They spent Christmas together and New Year’s. But something had to interfere that next year…
JANUARY ’19
Lucy was going for her morning run when she suddenly collapsed. A few strangers on the street found her, called 911, and the ambulance came, picked Lucy up. then drove her to the hospital. Lucy was breathing and had a pulse, but was still unconscious. By the time they had given her a CT scan, they found an abnormality.
The ER doctor came in and that’s when Lucy’s life paused. “Lucy Noel, my name is Dr. Rick. “Can I go home yet?” Lucy begged. “I’m afraid that’s not possible…Lucy, we found a mass in your chest wall.” Doctor Rick tried to remain calm while telling Lucy the news.
“A mass…like…a tumor?” Lucy asked. “Yes, but there’s no need to be alarmed. This is either malignant or benign. If it is malignant, you will go through several treatments and we will do our best to help you. I’m going to admit you on the floor, I will give you the number to the best oncologist we have here. His name is Dr. Gettysburg. He’s an amazing doctor, I promise.
“Lucy?” Asked Arlen as he knocked on the door and opened it. “Baby. Oh my God. Are you okay?” Lucy didn’t say anything. She just looked at Arlen. Tears gently falling from her face. When Arlen moved in for a hug, Lucy lost control and started bawling. “It’s going to be okay, honey. We can figure this out. If it truly is cancer, you can fight it. I believe in you. I love you so much.”
“It’s stage 2, and it’s in your lungs,” said Dr. Gettysburg. “So, it is active. Okay, what do we do now?” Said Arlen. “We fight this thing. I’ll start you off with a few rounds of chemotherapy and we’ll do a PET scan to see if there’s any signs of cancer anywhere else in your body,” said Dr. Gettysburg. “PET scan. What is that?” Asked Lucy. “Well, Lucy. We’re basically just going to inject radioactive dye in your veins and scan your entire body. It takes about an hour for the dye to kick in, then another hour for the scan. If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to call me,” said Dr. Gettysburg. “Thank you doctor,” Arlen smiled as he shook his hand.
As the days passed, Lucy got sicker. Before she was diagnosed, along with the rest of her wildest dreams, Lucy always wanted to visit the beach. Any beach. As long as she could dip her toes in the ocean, maybe splash around and ride the waves. Arlen kept that in mind, even after Lucy got sick. And he made a solemn vow to himself that he would fulfill all of Lucy’s wishes before she passed. So they took a trip to Destin, Florida, and Lucy had suddenly forgot that she was dying. All of her cares suddenly went away. She got to swim in the ocean, go parasailing, and stay in a beautiful two story beach house. That same night, under the sunset, Lucy discovered Arlen for the first time. This was actually her first time ever. She was complete. No words were necessary at this point in time.
On their last night in Florida, Arlen and Lucy went to a nice seafood restaurant by the boardwalk. That was Lucy’s most magical night in her life. They finished their first dish when Arlen said, “Lucy Noel. I know we probably don’t have much time left so I’m going to make your last moments on earth shine. I will make damn sure you leave a sparkle everywhere you go. But first, my main reason I took you out is,” Arlen got down on one knee; Lucy’s jaw widened and became speechless, “Lucy Noel, will you spend your last days on earth with me. Being my wife?” Lucy cried out as loud as she could, “yes!”
For dessert, Arlen had a chocolate satin pie. Lucy didn’t want anything. But when Arlen took a bite of his pie, Lucy looked intrigued. “Want some?” Arlen laughed. “No, no. I was just wondering how you could eat that much chocolate. Isn’t it rich?” Lucy asked. “Rich indeed,” said Arlen, “want some?” “No!” Lucy laughed. “Come on, babe. Just a little bite. To celebrate?” “Fine, whatever,” Lucy deadpanned as she took a bite. Once she had that tiny bit of chocolate satin pie, her face lit up. “Not so bad after all?” Arlen laughed. “Arlen…that was the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” said Lucy. “Good! I hope you enjoy every little thing in life, my love.”
That night, they arrived back home, which was in Arlington, Texas. When they got back into their house and finally relaxed and went to bed, about 3:30 in the morning, Lucy awoke; having trouble breathing and gasping for air. Arlen woke up to it and started to call 911. Once he got them on the phone, Lucy started vomiting blood and blood also came out of her nose. Needless to say, blood was everywhere. And she lost so much of it that by the time they got there, she was nearly dead. The doctor sent her up to Intensive Care Unit and intubated her so she could breathe, as well as three blood transfusions. She was on life support at this time.
“Lucy, baby, please don’t do this to me,” said Arlen. “Come back to me. I’m here. Please. Please. This is not your time, Lucy. You still have more time with me, and more things to do before you go.” “Sir,” the nurse came in, “visiting hours are over. If you’d like to stay, there’s a room on the second floor where visitors can sleep. But it is very limited so you might want to get in there as soon as you can, before all of the beds are taken.” “Thank you, nurse Kylie. I will do that. Please take care of my fiancé. “Will do, Arlen. Now go get some rest. You’ve clearly had a long night.
The room smelt like dead skin. You’d think it’d be more hospitality-like, after all it is a hospital. But the paint was chipping off the walls, the beds looked like they were from a psych facility. But Arlen didn’t have any reason to complain. He had a free room for the night and he got to get some sleep; though he didn’t sleep much. He was too worried about Lucy and whether she was going to make it through the night.
Two days later, Lucy Noel woke up. Right next to her side was Arlen. “Lucy, I was so worried. Listen…Lucy. I don’t think I can do this. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you, but-” “what?” Lucy interrupted. “You’re my queen, you know that.” “Then why are you leaving me, Arlen? I thought you were always going to be there for me. I love you,” cried Lucy. “Exactly! I love you too. That’s why I can’t watch you die. I can’t just sit there helplessly while you slowly fade away. That’s not me and I’m not going to do it. I will always love and care about you no matter what. Don’t you ever forget it.” “But, Arlen…you fucking proposed. You promised life with me!” Yelled Lucy. “Yes, I promised my life with you. But I never promised death. Do you see where I’m coming from? It’s hard watching you go,” said Arlen. “I can’t live without you, though. And most importantly, I can’t die without you. I need you by my side, Arlen.” “Wrong. You need someone by your side. But that can’t be me. You need someone who can deal; who can grieve, without reaching their breaking point. I thought I could handle this. But I can’t. I’m so sorry, Lucy. You’ll always be in my heart, and in my thoughts. I just can’t watch you waste away. You must understand,” said Arlen. “I understand,” Lucy spoke quietly while handing back her ring and holding back her tears. “I love you, Arlen.” “I love you too, Lucy. I have to go. But I wish you the best and I hope life gets better for you. I really do.” Arlen kissed Lucy’s hand then left the hospital. Lucy lost it. She held her head in her hands and broke down right then and there. As soon as a nurse heard her wailing, she walked into her room. “Ms. Noel, are you alright?” Asked the nurse. “He left. He left me…he left!” The nurse held Lucy in her arms while she bawled like a baby.
After she was discharged from the hospital, her mom had called and wanted her to come visit. “Why, mom? I’m tired, sick, and just got out of the hospital,” said Lucy. “Just swing by, baby girl. Please. I have a surprise for you!” Lucy hated surprises, and her mother knew that about her. But Lucy went ahead, after all, it was obviously always all about her selfish mother. As she arrived, Lucy noticed many cars surrounding her parents’ house. “Oh, God. What the hell did she do!” Lucy thought to herself. As she came in through the back courtyard, nearly all of her old high school friends were there. But most actually weren’t her friends. Most she despised. She got bullied almost every day in school, and most of these people were her bullies. Lucy did not appreciate this at all. “Hey, Lucy!” “Hi, Lucy!” “What’s going on, Lucy?” Lucy tried to escape into the house as quick as she could. But she couldn’t stop avoiding everyone and their mom asking how she was doing and telling her they miss her. Lucy was well ready to do herself in at this point. As she finally got inside, her mom came up to her. “Oh, Lucy. I missed you so mu-” “Mom!” Lucy interrupted. “What the actual fuck! Do you realize who these people actually are? And do you realize that I literally just got out of the hospital? Oh and another thing, I am sick! To death! Literally! Have you no sympathy!” The entire time, her mom was trying to calm her down. Then she said her sorry and moved in for a hug. “Don’t you dare touch me! After all you’ve done? I, of course, accept your apology. But that does not change what you did. All of these ‘friends’ you invited? They’re just sympathy friends. I haven’t heard from them since high school. And when I did, our conversations weren’t pleasant and forgiveable. They never even apologized! So why the hell would they want to be friends now? Haven’t you figured it out yet? They are fake! They only like me now because they pity me. They feel sorry for me. But I will not put up with it!” Lucy yelled, infuriated. “Okay, Lucy. I understand. But before you go, please eat something. The doctor at the hospital said you barely ate anything those five days. “Well, a homecooked meal does sound delightful. And I am starving. And don’t feel nauseous for once in a long time. What did you cook?” Lucy suddenly changed her spirits. “Well, I made something healthy, which nobody likes, it appears. I made turkey burgers with flatbread and avocadoes. With sweet potato fries!” Said her mother, happily, because she knew Lucy loved when she made that very meal. “Ooh, you know me, yes you do!” “Dig in,” her mother laughed. Lucy set her table down and started to nibble on her sweet potato fries. Sure enough, an old bully named Dawson came up to her and starting laughing in her face. “Lucy…oh, Lucy,” Dawson laughed. “You may have everyone from our shit high school feeling bad for you, but I don’t,” said Dawson. “Good, Dawson. Thank you. That’s what I want from everyone,” Lucy said. “Oh my God, Lucy! I can see right through your fake ass! You may be fooling everyone else, but you’re not fooling me!” Dawson laughed. “What are you talking about?” Lucy asked. “You don’t cancer! Yes, you’re sick. But it’s not cancer. You’re anorexic! And you’re stealing all this attention from people who really are dying! You’ve always been an attention whore,” said Dawson. “Oh really? That’s funny. Because I can prove it!” As Lucy started to lift up her shirt to show Dawson her tube in her chest, another bully from school stopped her. Her name was Maliny. “Stop, Lucy. I have heard and seen enough! You don’t need to prove anything to this bastard!” Yelled Maliny. Let’s go talk. I have got a lot to say…starting with sorry.
Lucy picked up her cat, Maisy, and Maliny looked at her in awe. “Aww what’s her name?” Asked Maliny. “Maisy Lynne,” said Lucy. “Oh my God, she is adorable… Can I hold her?” Asked Maliny. “Oh definitely. Maisy Lynne could always use more fans!” Maisy Lynne Noel was a black cat witj a brown tint to her. She was unusually fluffy, especially for a black cat who wasn’t even Persian. She was the most beautiful thing you’d ever lay eyes on!
All of a sudden, Lucy’s memory flashes and races through the entire night until 5:37 a.m. She wakes up in a daze, clammy and feeling numb yet out of breath. Her breath starts to get shallower as she notices she was back in Arlen’s bed and completely forgot about what happened or why she ended up there. Was this a dream? She wondered. When Arlen got back into the room he announced he had made her breakfast. “Arlen?” Lucy smiled. “Yeah, honey. It’s me. Are you feeling alright?” Asked Arlen. “Yes…no…I don’t know. Arlen, did you leave me? Or was I just dreaming? What happened last night? Oh my God…” Lucy was freaking out on the count of she clearly had no idea what the hell was going on. “Lucy. You don’t remember?” Arlen asked. “I just don’t remember what happened last night. The rest I do…maybe…should I remember? You did leave me, correct?” Lucy asked Arlen. “Yes, Lucy. I did leave you. But since you don’t remember what happened last night, I will tell you… I went to your mom’s because I was considering taking you back. I figured that me leaving you would just cause more stress on you. So once i got there, all hell broke loose. Apparently, the Dawson guy started a riot and burned down the house. Your mom’s house. With you in it. Luckily I was there. Since nobody else cared. I called you to see where you were. I saw a random man running for his life out of the house. I asked him if he knew where you were. He had told me you were upstairs in your room. I went upstairs to get you and you were unconscious from all the smoke. So I brought you to my house and when you awoke, we talked. I’m so sorry I left you, Lucy. I only did because I thought it’d be best. For the both of us. Turns out I’m worse without you. Especially because every damn second of my life I’m thinking about whether you’re still alive or not. Or in the hospital. Or even just missing me. Because, baby, I miss you so much. I should’ve never broke your heart. You are the most incredible miracle that has ever happened to me. If you could just reconsider…” Said Arlen. “Baby…why would you think that way? Of course I’ll take you back. And…reconsider what? I’ve never doubted you. I love you so much!” Lucy exclaimed. “I love you, Lucy Noel. Now, I have your ring. Will you please take back the engagement?” Asked Arlen. “Of course, baby.” Lucy said, as Arlen put back the ring on her finger. “Okay, Lucy. As long as we’re together, we have to make a pact: live together love together. Do together, die together.” Said Arlen. “What?! Arlen are you fucking insane?! I know what this whole ‘pact’ is about. We may live together, we may love together, we may do together, but we will NOT die together. I forbid it! You need to live! As long as you can!” Yelled Lucy. “So do you, Lucy Noel!” Arlen yelled back. “Well you know what? That might not happen! But you will not die for me!” Yelled Lucy. “I’m not dying for you, Lucy. I’m dying with you. It’s only fair,” said Arlen. “Arlen, it’s only fair that you live on. Your life is more inportant than you think. And I know that mine is too. That’s why I am spending it with the ones I love. And if I so end up going soon, I will go knowing that I was so loved and honored that my lover wanted a life in Heaven with me. That right there is already more than I need. I love you,” said Lucy. “I love you too,” smiled Arlen, tears rushing down his cheek.
“What do you think? Blue and white? Lavender and white? Or black and white?” Lucy asked, while picking out wedding colors. “Lucy…why white? I like the idea, but a white wedding just sounds too clichè. Ooh, I have an idea!” Arlen snapped his fingers. “Yeah?…let’s hear it,” Lucy sighed, suddenly losing interest in wedding planning. “Pink and black!” Arlen exclaimed. “But, Arlen. You don’t understand! I’m wanting white for a reason…” Arlen stared blankly and said, “okay? Pray tell.” “White is the lung cancer awareness color!” Lucy yelled. “Oh, right. I’m sorry, how could I forget? Okay. How about emerald green and white?” Arlen asked. “Beautiful, babe! Absolutely gorgeous!”
Two days later, Arlen comes home looking for Lucy. He searches all around the house until he hears sniffling in the bathroom. He rushes to the bathroom immediately, opens the bathroom door and finds Lucy on the bathroom floor, covered in blood. Lucy was holding her mouth. When she noticed Arlen, she quickly covered her face and put her head between her knees. “Lucy, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. This is us. We’re getting married! No secrets, okay?” Asked Arlen. “I can’t. You don’t understand,” said Lucy. “Well tell me, Lucy. Don’t leave me hanging. I’m a listener. You know that,” said Arlen, rubbing Lucy’s arm. Lucy quickly pulls away and said, “You’re a coward.” “Excuse me?” Arlen said. “Arlen, I love you. But you’re a coward and you know that!” Exclaimed Lucy. “How am I am coward, Lucy? I don’t get it!” Yelled Arlen, suddenly frustrated. “You are a coward because you just up and left. And you left because you didn’t want that worry on your shoulders. So how am I supposed to trust that you’ll stay with me forever?” Asked Lucy. “Lucy, I made a promise. We made a pact. Do you honestly think I’m going to give that up? That is the most important pact I’ve made with anyone. You are my life now. What you’re going through, your sickness… I’m a part of it now. We’re a team. A lifelong commitment was made because even though you are on death’s door, I am in love with you. And because I’m in love with you, I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep you alive. To take you to doctor visits, to chemotherapy treatments, to hospitals, wherever I need to take you for your health and for your well being. I am now not only your future husband, but also your caregiver. I’m ready and willing. I love you…don’t you ever doubt me again!” At this point Arlen was infuriated. Not with Lucy, just at the fact he was mistaken for a fool. “Okay, I apologize, Arlen. It’s just-” “What?!” Arlen interrupted. “It’s just what?! The fact that you’re now doubting me for sticking around? That you think I’m that Goddamn selfish that I would even think about leaving you under horrific circumstances. And don’t you dare fucking apologize. Now that we both know what you really were implying, and the feelings you had toward this whole thing…own that shit, Lucy! You know better. You know, you’re not the same person you used to be. I would blame it on the cancer, but how would that explain anything?” Said Arlen, now pissed. “So what you’re saying is you do want to leave me…” Said Lucy, very quietly. “No! Lucy! That’s not what I’m saying at all! How the hell could you even think that? This whole argument has been about the fact that I love you and I never, ever…never will…leave you. I love you, idiot!” Arlen cried. “I love you so much! Please believe in me. Trust me. Please. You are my now. You are my upcoming. You are my forever. I’d hate to say, but even if you go tomorrow…or next Monday…I will still stay with you. Throughout it all. You may not have my lifespan, I may not have your lifespan. But I can promise you, I’ve never lived more than I’ve lived with you,” said Arlen, suddenly emotional and starting to cry. “Oh, Arlen. I love you so much. Now can you please help me up?” Laughed Lucy. “Of course,” laughed Arlen, “darling, there is blood everywhere! Where did all this blood come from?” Arlen said as he picked her up off the floor. “My nose,” Lucy laughed. Arlen looked at Lucy and they both busted out laughing. “Your nose.” Arlen laughed but deadpanned. “Yes. Shut up! Let’s go to bed.” Lucy said. “Yeah. Bed. At 6:15 in the evening,” Arlen started cracking up again. “Come on, Arlen. I’m sick remember?” Lucy begged. “Yeah, okay. That’s such a lame excuse!” Arlen laughed. Lucy started false coughing. Arlen pushed her down on the bed with one arm and said, “just go to bed, sicky.” Laughed, turned the lights out, and left the room.
At 2 p.m., Lucy got a call from the doctor. “Hello?” Lucy asked. “Hello, this is Karla Ghates at Titus Hospital. Is this Lucy Noel I am speaking with?” She asked. “Yes, this is she.” Lucy said. All she could think of was great. More bad news. “Lucy, we need you to come to Titus right away. It’s urgent.” Said Karla. “Okay,” sighed Lucy, “I’ll get my fiancèe and we’ll get out of here as soon as possible.” “Great, thanks, Lucy!”
While waiting in a hospital room on the oncology unit, Lucy couldn’t think of what could be worse than cancer. She tried to think happy thoughts but somehow, in the back of her mind, she knew it was bad. It could have just been because of what Karla Ghates had said. Then the doctor came in. “Lucy, I don’t know how to explain this in the easiest way… I’ve got some bad news…” said Dr. Gettysburg. “What is it? What could be worse?” Lucy started to cry, as Arlen held her hand and held her close to him. “Yes, doctor,” said Arlen, “what could be worse?” “Well, the results from your first PET scan came back. I’m sorry, Lucy…the cancer is spreading throughout your body.” “No…no…” Lucy cried. Then everything turned to silence. Complete silence. It was like the world just stopped revolving. Lucy’s tears turned to glass; as they fell on the linoleum hospital floor, they shattered and made a loud noise everytime they hit the floor. Lucy’s eyes were pools of hope yet darkness. She knew she wouldn’t win this fight. She knew that it was time to give up. Her life was over and there was nothing she could do about it except for wait until her final breath. For her final heartbeat.
By the time September 17th came around, Lucy was so weak that she couldn’t even get out of bed. But it was Arlen’s 25th birthday. Lucy did not want to miss what could be her last birthday with Arlen. “Don’t even think about getting out of bed today, babe. You need your rest. It’s important,” begged Arlen. “God, Arlen! You’re starting to sound like my mother! I can get out if I want to. And I need to. This may be your last birthday that I’m alive. We have to take pictures…we…I…I have to see you open presents. I got you a present for God sake!” Lucy started panicking. “Shh, Lucy. It’s okay. We will bring the party here. To our room. I’m sure everybody will understand.” Assured Arlen.
Sure enough, the birthday party was thrown in Lucy and Arlen’s room. Everyone watched him open gifts. When he got to Lucy’s, his jaw hit the floor. It was a letter, called Forget me not. The letter read:
I just want you to know that, no matter what, we’ll always be together in spirit. You are, were, and will always be with me in Heaven. And I’ll save a spot for you, I promise. Please don’t do anything stupid after I die which will make God turn the other way on your life. Because I want you with me, forever. Please never forget me as long as you live. I want you to move on. I want you to find a beautiful woman on the inside and out, with perfect health and that loves you unconditionally. You deserve only the best. Sometimes I dont even remember that my days are almost over. Because every waking moment I spend with you, I am alive. I am living. I’ve never felt so alive with anyone else. I wish we could have been together under better circumstances, but unfortunately this is where it ends. I love you, Arlen James. And I hope to live at least long enough to become Mrs. Arlen James. I’ve always wanted to be married, just never had anyone to marry. Now that I’ve found you, my life is complete. And I’m not afraid of dying anymore, because I’ve finally found my reason to live. So I accept that my life is over. It’s my time. And I know you respect that. I hope you have the birthday of a lifetime. And I’m going to spend your birthday with you, I promise. Happy 25th birthday, Arlen. I love you more than words can say.
That night, after sinking in everything Lucy had said into his brain, Arlen decided he couldn’t wait any longer. The date of doom was coming faster than he expected. He needed to marry Lucy now. This was her dying wish. And he didn’t want her to die single. And he didn’t want her to leave this world without him being an official part of her.
“Lucy, I’ve been thinking…” “Uh oh, that’s a scary thought!” Lucy laughed. “No, seriously…” Arlen said while they were in bed, reaching over to her to touch her. “Okay, what is it Arlen?” Lucy asked, massaging his neck. “We need to get married. And I don’t mean in six months. I mean now,” said Arlen. “Oh! Arlen, that is amazing news! Oh my God. I love you!” Exclaimed Lucy as she gave Arlen a mesmeric, velcro kiss. “I love you too,” said Arlen.
September 27, 2019
The day had finally come where Lucy Noel and Arlen James were joined together in Holy matrimony. This was the day Lucy had waited 22 years for. It was finally happening! The ceremony decorations were beautifully decorated. It was just like a royal wedding. Everybody was dressed in prince and princess apparel, there were ribbons and bows everywhere. There was even a royal horse and coach awaiting for their arrival. Lucy was wearing a beautiful emerald green corset gown lined down with white bows, flowing like a deep green river. When the ceremony started, so did their wedding song Love Story by Taylor Swift. Waiting at the altar was Arlen Tanner James, in an emerald green tuxedo and white bowtie, along with Arlen’s best man; Gharret James, his brother. Walking down the aisle first was Jamie James, the flower girl and Arlen’s niece. Next were the bridesmaids. Nicole Duncan; Lucy’s friend, Rylee Kinsley; another friend of Lucy’s, and Brishney James; Arlen’s sister-in-law. Next was Lucy’s Maid of Honor, Kalia Rheese Noel, Lucy’s mother. Finally, Lucy’s father, Justyn Noel, enters the end of the aisle. Suddenly everyone stands up, looks back, and admires the beauty of the bride, Luciana Kalia Noel, walk down the aisle with Justyn giving her away. The ceremony was beautiful. They both exchanged their vows.
Arlen’s vows: “Luciana Kalia Noel, you are my everything. I promise to keep you safe, make sure your health is as good as it can be, make sure that you stay away from diet soda,” then paused for an audience of laughter. “And when you transition out if this world, I will promise to leave a mark for you. You will always be in my heart. I want you for now, from then, and forevermore. I never thought I’d be so moved by someone until I met you. You give me life, you give me love, you give me laughter, and most importantly, you give me you. That’s all I need and all I’ll ever need. I love you, Lucy.”
Lucy’s Vows: “Arlen Tanner James, from the moment I first laid eyes on you, to this moment right here, and from this moment on, you were, you are, and will always be a part of me. My love, my life, my everything.” I love the fact that when I’m with you, I don’t feel like the world is changing; I don’t feel like I’m about to be buried six feet under the stars. No, instead I feel like the world has stopped revolving – like time has suddenly froze over – or perhaps, you’ve simply stopped my heart, but have kept me alive this whole time. I know this makes all the sense in the world to you because it makes all the sense in the world to me, and we’re always on the same page. I love you, Arlen. And I promise to always be there by your side, as I know you always will. You are irreplaceable.”
After exchanging their vows, The pastor had officially pronounced them husband and wife. Then the obvious kiss to seal the deal. This was it. She was officially Luciana Kalia Noel-James, or as she would prefer, Lucy James.
OCTOBER ’19
“I love you, Luciana James. God, that never gets old,” Arlen laughed, as did Lucy. “I love you too, my wonderful husband,” said Lucy. They exchanged their love for the very first time being married. Once Arlen touched her neck, he moved on down to her chest. He touched her IVs by accident. “Oh, honey. It’s okay,” said Lucy. “Are you sure?…then can I do something?” Arlen asked. “Yes, of course. Anything.” He took off her wig, showing what damage the chemotherapy had done. “Oh my God!” Yelled Lucy as she jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, then locked the door. “Lucy! It’s not like I’ve never seen you bald before! Why the drama?! There’s no need!” Arlen yelled, knocking on the bathroom door. “You’ve ruined our night, Arlen. I understand you’ve seen me without hair many times. Every night in fact. But I wanted to, for just one night, to be normal. That including my hair. I wanted the perfect wedding, and I got it. Wanted the perfect honeymoon, got it. But the perfect sex…no! You must understand that I wanted perfect sex!” Cried Lucy. “Why the perfect sex? This wasn’t your first time, Lucy!” Arlen yelled. “Gee, thanks for making me sound like a fucking slut!” Lucy yelled back at Arlen. “The hell is your problem! You really want to do this? You really want to ruin your perfect night? Because you are! And as a matter of fact, this was supposed to be mine too, Lucy! You’re now ruining my perfect night as well!” Arlen yelled. “God, stop being a selfish asshole!” Lucy screamed. “Fuck this! I’m going outside. And we’ll talk about your shit attitude later…”
Arlen was sitting on a bench outside smoking a cigarette. Lucy came out and Arlen immediately saw her and hid his cigarette right away. “Hi, Arlen…” said Lucy. “Hi. Come to apologize?” Arlen asked. Lucy sighed and sat down next to Arlen. “Arlen, what are we doing? Why are we so mad at each other?” Lucy asked. “Well, to be honest, Lucy. You kind of started it,” said Arlen. “Right. I know. The thing is, and I forgot to tell you this…the doctor put me on new meds, in hopes that I could recover. Well, they’re making me pretty…moody,” said Lucy. “Are you kidding, Luciana!? You didn’t tell me this!? Why not!” Arlen yelled at Lucy again. “I’m sorry, but it’s why are you yelling? I was going to tell you, and-” Lucy suddenly stopped, smelling smoke. “Are you smoking…?” Lucy asked Arlen. “No, no. No…I’m not I just smell like it. Some man before me was smoking. I didn’t-” Atlen panicked, being interrupted by Lucy, “You are! You are smoking!” Lucy yelled as she flicked Arlen’s arm, making him drop the cigarette. “Are you fucking kidding me, Arlen!? Are you crazy!? I have lung cancer! Anything about that bother you at all!? I’m dying! And you’re just sitting there, enjoying my arch nemesis! How the hell could you do this to us? And on our wedding night!” Screamed Lucy. “Shh, Lucy. We’re outside! Someone could hear you!” Said Arlen, lowering his voice. “I don’t give a flying! Hey, everyone! My husband just married someone who’s dying! Now he wants to kill himself! What do you think of that, world!? Do you think that’s fair!?” Lucy screamed even louder. “That’s enough, Lucy!” Arlen yelled. “Yeah, Arlen. You’re right. That’s enough. Or at least I’ve had enough. Enough of this. Enough of you…” Arlen followed Lucy as she walked away. “Lucy, please. Please don’t do this to me!” Arlen begged. “How am I supposed to trust you? This is a giant secret! Especially because of the fact you know I’m going to drop dead at any moment!” Said Lucy. “I know, and I’m sorry.” Said Arlen. “And how could you do this to me? Just how? And what if someday you bring smoke into the house? Or it gets on your clothes? You do realize then what would happen right?” Lucy asked. “Yes, and I’m sorry. I’m also sorry I ruined your sex. And I’m mostly sorry about ruining your only honeymoon. I love you, Luciana. And I completely understand if you want to separate,” sighed Arlen. “No, baby. No. I don’t want to leave you. But one more time and I swear to God…” Lucy said. “Never again, babe. I promise. I love you too much to let this break up a beautiful marriage.” “I love you, Arlen.” “I love you too, Lucy.” They kissed in the moonlight, then went inside and had perfect sex.
At a doctor’s appointment, Lucy and Arlen sit waiting in the lobby. There were many patients there, but not many as sick as Lucy. This was just her primary care physician. A patient came up to Lucy and asked for a cigarette. Arlen shook his head and looked away, he knew this was going to get ugly. “Excuse me, but why are you bumming cigarettes from other patients? One, if you can’t afford them, don’t smoke them. Two, aren’t you at all concerned about your health? And three…do you not care about other patient’s health? Like, look around you. People are here because they’re sick. Now they may not be as sick as me, but they’re still sick. And how dare you ask whether I had a cigarette or not without asking why I’m here. I have cancer; lung cancer. Now tell me, do you honestly think I give a flying fuck about cigarettes!? I sincerely hope those sticks make you sick! Maybe then you’ll think twice about bumming sick sticks from people!” Lucy, of course, had to make a scene that day. But she was right, and she stood by her rights. “Oh my gosh, I sincerely apologize. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” The lady asked. “Look,” said Lucy, “you seem like a nice lady. But I just can’t converse with someone who just asked me for a cigarette and then asking me if I’m okay. I don’t need your sympathy. I’m sorry but you need to go have a seat over there; where you were sitting before.” “I understand,” said the lady. “Thank you,” said Lucy. “Woah! You have cancer? You look so young!” “23. And yes, I do. Please don’t make this a huge topic,” said Lucy. “Oh no. Not at all. My daughter’s best friend died of leukemia when she was 16,” said the woman. “Oh, wow. Leukemia? I’m so sorry!” Said Lucy. “Thank you. It’s been hard.” Then a male patient signed in and saw her. “Wow, you really look sick, miss. Do you know what’s going on?” He asked. “Luciana James?” The nurse called her name. Whew! Saved by the bell.
“Hey, doc. So, tell me some news. Good news, I hope.” Said Lucy. “Luciana, I don’t know how to say this. Your vitals were unstable. We’re going to have to do an ABG on you to check for sepsis.” “Sepsis? But I feel fine,” said Lucy. “We have to check.”
Sure enough, Lucy’s Arteal Blood Gas was very low. She needed to be admitted to the hospital. Her immune system was becoming so low that she couldn’t even be in the outside world if the temperature was under 75 degrees. She wasn’t fading slowly anymore; she was fading fast.
Arlen stepped out of the hospital to get some fresh air. Right then and there, he hit his knees; screamed, then cried, then prayed while crying. “Dear Father, please. Please. Please! I need this from you. I need Lucy’s immune system to rise. I need her to heal… I… I need her to get better. I love her, Lord. And you know that. So please, please. Not just for me but for Lucy. I need her to live at least a little bit longer. In your name I pray, Amen.”
“Lucy,” Arlen said quietly, “I’m going home for the night. You get some rest. I love you. I’ll be back at 8 a.m. when visiting hours open back up.” Arlen kissed Lucy on her forehead and drove home. All night in bed, he couldn’t shut his mind off to sleep. He was devastated, depressed, and had all these other mixed emotions. What if Lucy doesn’t make it through the night? Or what if she goes and I’m not there? He felt so guilty for leaving her there by herself. He was up all night worried.
The next morning, Arlen rushed to the ICU, only to find Lucy gone and her bed made.
“Nurse Nala! What the hell! Where is my Lucy? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Arlen yelled. “Arlen,” nurse Nala touched his shoulder, “Luciana isn’t gone. We moved her down to the floor.” “Oh my God! Really? Oh my God! That means…she is doing better?” Arlen asked excitedly. “A lot better. You can go see her. Her room number is 403,” Nala smiled. “Thank you so much, Nala. I mean it. I just want to give this entire hospital a huge hug.” Nala smiled back at Arlen, gave him a hug, and said, “Just go see your wife.”
“Luciana, my beauty! You’re okay! Oh my God, I didn’t sleep all night because I was worried about you. Oh, baby, I love you so much!” Arlen said as he gave Lucy a hug and kissed her forehead. “Arlen. You’re so amazing for staying here with me. I mean, you actually slept here last night. I love you so much, baby.” “Of course. How are you feeling?” Arlen asked. “Well…I’m alive,” laughed Lucy. “You sure are, my love. You’re such a brave woman. Makes me so honored to call you my wife.” There was a knock on the door. “Good morning, Luciana. And you must be Arlen. My name is Dr. Kendra Franklin. But you can just call me Dr. Franklin,” she said as she shook his hand. “How are you feeling this morning, Luciana?” Asked Dr. Franklin. “I’m good. A little sleepy. But good.” Said Lucy. “Well is there anything I can get you?” Asked Dr. Franklin. “Maybe some Jello? Please?” Asked Lucy. “Of course. Nice meeting you, Arlen.” Said Dr. Franklin. “You too. Thanks for taking good care of my wife,” he smiled as Dr. Franklin smiled back and shut the door.
“So how long are they going to keep you?” Arlen asked. “I think, or I hope, I go home tomorrow,” said Lucy. “Not today?” Arlen asked, puckering up his lower lip. “No,” Lucy laughed, “don’t do that. I’m fine now, I just have to wait until I’m ready to go home.” “What did they say? What about the cancer? Is it better? Worse? Oh God, please don’t tell me it’s worse!” Said Arlen. “Calm down, baby. I got a chest CT Scan this morning and im still waiting on results. That’s actually why I’m waiting to go home.” Said Lucy. “Ugh. All of this damn radiation is not good for you, Lucy.” Said Arlen. “I know this, Arlen. But whether either of us like it or not, this is what we will be dealing with for awhile. Maybe a long time. Maybe for the rest of my life…Arlen, you have to understand that I’m not going to live much longer. I don’t want to face it either, but it’s something we both have to face,” explained Lucy. “Stop!” Arlen yelled. “Just stop! Luciana Kalia Noel-James, you fucking listen to me!…Stop with the negativity! I married you because you’re the most positive person I know. You were diagnosed with lung cancer but you’re still fighting. You’re brave, you’re beautiful, and you’re a fighter. Don’t stop now, please. Please. I know you’re better than this,” said Arlen. “Arlen, I’m not trying to be pessimistic. I’m being realistic. I love you, Arlen James. You are my reason for fighting. If it weren’t for you, I would have died already because I would’ve given up. You showed me what living is for. You showed me that I have so much to live for. But we have to come to a conclusion; I’m not going to live as long as you expected. And if I knew you wouldn’t have stuck with that conclusion, I wouldn’t have been so sure to marry you.” Said Lucy. “No, no. Baby, you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t marry you because I thought you’d live as long as me, nor did I marry you because you’re sick. I married you because…well I don’t even feel I should have to say. You know why. I said it in our vows. Let’s…just not fight right now. You’re in the hospital, waiting to see if your cancer is worse for God’s sake. We need to be calm and patient. I love you, Lucy.” Smiled Arlen. “You’re right. I love you too.” Lucy smiled back.
The doctor came in and said, “Luciana James?” “Yes?” Lucy replied. “We tried to control it all we could, but it just was too damn stubborn. I’m sorry.” Said the doctor. “So, wait, is she dying? When?” Arlen chimed in. “Unfortunately not very long. Maybe a week. And that’s me being positive. They both hugged each other tight and cried. Arlen kisses Lucy on the forehead and said, “forever, Lucy. I promised you forever, so forever is what you’ll get.”
The morning after Lucy was discharged from the hospital, Lucy was sleeping and Arlen had made her breakfast. He came into the bedroom and said, “Luciana! I made you breakfast, sweet darling. Time to wake up!” Arlen shook her gently and she wasn’t moving. “Lucy!” Then he shook her vigorously. “Lucy!” She wasn’t waking up. “Lucy, Goddamnit! Wake up! Lucy, please! Oh my God! No! You can’t be dead, you can’t be dead!” Arlen cried and screamed. He checked her pulse and it was inactive. He checked her breathing and it was stopped. He checked both about three times, hoping she’d wake. He finally called 911 and they immediately put her in the ambulance and got her breathing again. They admitted her to Intensive Care Unit right away. She wasn’t on a ventilator but she was close; she was merely alive. “Arlen?” Lucy whispered with a frog in her throat. “I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. “Did I die?” Lucy asked. “For a minute, but you’re fine now. Lucy, I have faith. You’re going to live. I mean don’t you think if it was your time the God would have taken you? This isn’t it, baby! This isn’t it,” said Arlen. “Arlen, honey, you heard the doctor. One week at the most. And I’m fading. This is the end,” said Lucy. “No, Lucy! You’re wrong! How could you even think like that! Are you insane? We’re talking about your life here. Not a broken fucking toy! I need you to live.” Said Arlen. “I wish I could, Arlen. I’m weak…I can’t go on living this way.” Right after, the doctor came in. “Luciana, you can’t take much longer. Your body is giving out and your immune system is getting weaker. I’m sorry but you won’t be leaving this hospital. You’re dying. Unfortunately you have to accept that.” “Thank you for all that you’ve done, Doctor,” said Lucy. “Yep,” he said as he left. Arlen looked at Lucy with the this is really it face. How idiotic was he to try and save Lucy? Especially when he wasn’t living in her body. How could be be so selfish?
“I’ll never forget you, Lucy.” “But you already have. My final breath could be any minute now. And you act like everything is alright. Well guess what, Arlen? Nothing is okay anymore!” “Because you’ve given me no choice, Lucy. You’re dying right in front on me. Don’t you think I’d do something about it if I could? You’re the love of my life and I don’t want to lose you. And don’t you ever forget that!” And that was the moment where time stood still; where everything that once was, wasn’t anymore. No longer did the earth have room for one more dying patient. Lucy was gone.
That night he attempted suicide by overdosing on Lucy’s painkillers. I’m coming for you, baby. Together we can live happily in Heaven. It didn’t work though. Obviously God had bigger plans for Arlen. Arlen woke up in the Emergency room. They had pumped his stomach and released him about 7 hours later.
Two years after Lucy’s death, Arlen decided to write a novel about Lucy. He still hadn’t moved on, but he wasn’t such a mess anymore. He had learned to deal with thefact that life is unexpected. But expecting the unexpected would have been accurate two years ago. If only Arlen had known. His novel was called Lucy In The Sky. He wasn’t at all thinking about the meaning behind the Beatles song Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, or LSD. He made sure he kept tabs on every memory and then close to his heart.
Rhed and Valley Dean were looking for a nice home to raise a family. They looked and looked until they found a gorgeous, black and white mansion, with a broken down, white picket fence. The house clearly needed work, but the Deans were set to clean it up. After all, the real estate agent was only asking two hundred thousand, with a down payment of five thousand per month. What kind of deal wasthat?Of course, little did they know, the mansion was haunted. Sheila, the real estate agent, knew that. That was the reason. Right there. Sheila actually had a daughter who lived there and strange things happened to her, before her death. Yes, she came into that house in 2005 and never came out. It was now 2018. Three years of planned vengeance and no one to seek. It was finally time for someone to pay… Unfortunately it had to be the Deans.
The inside of the house was even more beautiful than the outside. It was brilliantly decorated, everything was in its place, and on top of all everything looked brand new, as if nobody ever lived there before. “New furniture?” Valley asked Sheila. “Why, yes, Mrs. Dean. Dollhouse Realty pays for everything! You just have to pay for yourexpenses. Valley didn’t seem to convinced. But she thoughthell, it’s worth a shot. After all, what is there to lose?So the Deans did it; they bought the house.
“Okay, for starters we need to think of a color. What do you think, Rhed? Blue? Periwinkle? What about yellow? Or even-” “Val!” Rhed interrupted, “enough. Don’t you think this is just a little crazy? We can’t ignore the fact that she sold this house for that cheap.” “So what are you implying, Rhed? That this house is a bad idea? Because if you remember correctly,youwanted it. Not me…” Valley said. “You need a job. We need a job. Let’s get this place cleaned up…” Rhed had ignored Valley like she was some sort of walking and talking mannequin. He always did, though. It was like they weren’t even married sometimes. Oh, she felt so loved by him… Not.
Searching for a job, Valley walks through the doors of ‘Newborough News’, which Newborough was the city they lived in. Such a fucking ghost town, but whatever. She asked the front if they were hiring. He simply asked back, “hey, you from that new house? I seen that same old car at the Needham Mansion.” “Um, Needham Mansion?” Valley asked. “You don’t know?” He asked. “No,” She said, “pray tell.” He stared into her eyes and explained, “well, tales be told that a 21 year old woman named Tilda Wilkinson moved in on January 21st of 2001. She died on October the 8th of 2005. Police investigators found her deceased body in her bathtub. She was chopped up and sliced into pieces. They also found, in her bedroom walk-in closet, three dead bodies, also chopped up and sliced…” He said, looking around. “What the fuck… Are you some kind of psycho or something!? You really think that’d change my mind about moving here? Is that why the house is so cheap? Because people like you. That’s it. You crazies, trying to run us normal people out of town… Well I’m not giving it one second thought. Goodbye!” Valley yelled, as she slammed the door.
Sitting in a room with a newspaper, Rhed saw Valley walk in. “Hey, find a job yet? I’ve been looking all day and nobody is hiring. But these newspaper ads are insane!” Valley looked at Rhed and slumped in an armchair across from him. “Val, penny for your thoughts?” Rhed asked. “Oh, nothing,” Valley sighed. “Just heard some bullshit story about this house today; apparently there was this young woman who died here… Blah, blah, fucking blah…” Valley started to deadpan. “Wait-I want to hear it. What about this house?” Rhed asked Valley. “Well, I guess this house was called the Needham Mansion, don’t know why. But here’s the story, this-” Suddenly she stopped by both of them being startled by a bang in the master bedroom. They both looked in and found nothing.
That night, while Valley was sleeping, Rhed was awake and reading a book. He noticed a dark shadow walking across the room and unto the closet. He looked inside the closet and saw a huge pool of blood on the linoleum floor of the closet. He looked up and saw the words “RUN” All written in capital letters and in blood, with blood streamed across the wall, as if someone ran their fingers through it. He immediately woke Valley up. “Valley, wake up, wake up! He yelled, shaking her vigorously. ” What is so goddamn important you have to disturb my slumber for? It better be a good reason.” Valley yawned, irritated. “Look! In the closet!” He yelled, freaked out. Valley, then, looked inside the walk-in closet. Yes, the same walk-in closet that the supposed deceased bodies were found in. “Oh… My… God… We have got to get outta here!” Valley yelled, suddenly panicked. Then, all the doors started shaking and lock up. All the chandeliers collapsed. Every inanimate object in the house was thrown around; glasses breaking from afar. They were screwed. And the worst part was that Valley could’ve avoided it just by listening to the man at the desk.
“Slaughter my daughter… Slaughter my daughter.. Slaughter my daughter…”
The chant went on. It sounded much like Tilda Wilkinson. Valley and Rhed followed the voice. It lead them to the bathroom. They found her in the bathtub, chanting. The entire bathroom was filled with streaks of blood and the bathtub was filled with a pool of a mixture of blood and filth. Tilda was cut up, just like the man said.
“Welcome to my world. Welcome… Welcome… Welcome…” She kept laughing in a crooked, demonic voice.
“Tilda…?” Valley asked. Suddenly Tilda got quiet and just grinned and her head turned around and around again. “Shit, Val. Why you gotta say her-” Then Tilda screamed out dark vomit all over them and the room. It was sticky and smelly. It was the most disgusting smell anyone could ever imagine.
“You’re not alone anymore…” Tilda smiled. She then raised her arms up and a bunch of deadly demons rose from the ground. “These are my friends, you see. They just want to be friends with me. And they want to be friends with you. Soon, you’ll be joining us too,” She laughed. They tried to run, but the vomit stuck to them, like some freaky monster tar. “Please, Tilda. Let us go. Just… Just tell us what you want…” Valley pleaded. “I want you to know what happened to me…” Tilda said. “What happened??? Please, tell us!” Valley pleaded, again. “Mmm, mmm, mmm,” She started humming as she picked up Valley’s brush and started brushing her hair. “Little ones to him belong…” Then everything is quiet. For about 7 seconds. “YOU ARE WEAK, BUT I AM STRONG!” A satanic male voice screamed out of her, sounding like ghostly possession. And she pointed to the mirror.
Suddenly, the mirror opened up a portal, showing Tilda Wilkinson’s past…
Flashing back to the day Tilda was killed, Sheila’s husband, Frankie Needham, was sitting in the same exact armchair Valley was sitting in that day; with a knife in one hand and hacksaw in the other. Tilda was casually taking a bath and Sheila walked in. “I’ve been waiting for you, my dear. Waiting for so long…” He cried, still sitting down. “Frankie, what are you doing…? Put.. Down… The saw. Slowly… Please…” Sheila asked. “Hmm, what about the knife?” He laughed. Frankie headed upstairs to the master bathroom. “What are you going to do? Our daughter is taking a bath in there. Don’t go in there! Don’t hurt our daughter, please, Frankie. You can hurt me all you want, but-” Then he slammed the door open with his bare foot. Tilda had headphones in and was sleeping in the tub. She had woken up, strangled by her own father. He cut her to pieces, one by one. “You slaughtered our daughter!!! You slaughtered our daughter!” All that was left of her was her chopped up body and a doll, lying beside her in the bathtub…
THE DOLL
The next morning, everything seemed okay. Valley and Rhed went on with their life. They packed up their stuff and got out as soon as possible. They left the house trashed; they just had to leave. But little did they know, trouble had followed them…
Now knowing about the tragic murder of Tilda Wilkinson, and what exactly had happened, their life seemed easier. They knew never to turn back again.
Valley Dean had spotted a nice, two story house on the corner of Freeway Street. The house looked like a family house, but then again, so did the Needham Mansion.
“Okay, so now that we’re aware of the happenings to Tilda, we can sleep at night,” Valley had told Rhed. “Hmm, not so sure…” Rhed pointed to the same doll that Tilda had been holding in the bathtub. Apparently, Tilda collected dolls… Creepy…
Although Tilda’s demonic whereabouts were nowhere in sight, the doll followed them into the new house. There was clearly something they needed to know about this doll. Maybe once they learned, the doll would leave them alone, just like Tilda did.
Valley did her homework; she asked around and decided to go back to the man at the Newborough News. He had told her that nobody knew about that doll. All he knew was that was Tilda’s favorite doll. She took her everywhere. Her name was Elizabeth.
Valley, then, went to the Newborough Public Library and did some research. She couldn’t find anything, so she just went back home. On her way, she swore she hallucinated, because she saw a burnt lady standing there on the sidewalk. The lady was holding a cardboard sign. The sign said “HELP!” But Valley ignored it and kept driving.
Arriving home, she had noticed the doll was gone. She heard whistling from outside, so she went to check it out.
Once Valley got outside, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Tilda’s father burying Tilda and Elizabeth, while whistling. He had different holes for both, side-by-side. He suddenly disappeared, but the holes were still there-all patched up. Curiosity struck Valley and she decided to look at the patched up dirt. She saw nothing… Until…
Tilda jumped out of the coffin and rose upon the ground. She started levitating. She picked threw up her arms, once again, and Elizabeth rose unto her arms. “You’ll never get rid of me!” Tilda screamed. She grabbed Valley by the throat and started to asphyxiate her, while throwing her in her coffin. The coffin slammed shut and started burying Valley alive.
Luckily, Rhed arrived home just in time, to hear Tilda’s horrific laughter.Shit,he thought to himself,she’s back.He went to the back of the house, following her laughter. He had noticed Tilda standing atop of the coffin, levitating, and he knew right away that it was his wife she was burying. He tried to stop Tilda, but she was too strong. She picked him up with the strength of her levitating body and threw him up against a tree. She tossed him around like some sort of toy. She arched his back and snapped him in half. Meanwhile, Valley kept telling for help and banging on the coffin, not realizing that her husband had been killed. She started to feel claustrophobic and couldn’t breathe. Her last breath felt excruciating.
Tilda layed Elizabeth on the nightstand by Rhed and Valley’s bed; waiting patiently for her next victim.
Two months had passed like nothing ever happened. Nobody had found the bodies and it was like nobody even cared to look for the Deans. A new family arrived to the house, Karen and Donnie Fischer, along with their teenage daughter, Perla Fischer. Perla was spoiled rotten by her parents. She got everything she wanted with just a snap of a finger. So Karen and Donnie gave her the master bedroom, of course.
“Creepy doll,” She said out loud as she went to her new room and started unpacking, “I love it.”
That night, strange things started happening. Perla had been awoken by her bed shaking. She opened her eyes in a haze, and noticed Elizabeth right next to her, chantingslaughter my daughter.Perla thought she was having a night terror. So she thought nothing of it. She tried to wake herself up but it didn’t work. Suddenly, Tilda came back, this time with a box cutter razor blade. She started sawing Perla’s wrists with the blade. Perla couldn’t help herself because she was an atheist. She’d never prayed in her life, but she did. She said a prayer, saying, “God, please. Please God. Help me! I will never deny you again…” Suddenly, everything went back to normal. Tilda had disappeared, leaving only Elizabeth. Perla was lying in her own blood, surprised she was still alive. Surprised, but thankful. She ripped her sheet and wrapped it around both her arms, putting a rubber band around them to make the sheet pieces stay on her arms. After that, she had awoken her parents. “Mom, dad. We have to leave… Now!” She exclaimed. “What? Why?” Karen yawned. “Just listen…the doll… She came alive… And the ghost…” She stuttered. Her parents did not believe her. “Go to bed,” Donnie told her.
But Perla couldn’t sleep. There was something about that demented doll that couldn’t escape her mind. So she snuck outside and lit up a cigarette to ease her mind. It was about 12:30 in the morning and she was restless. If only her parents believed her.
“Perla. You have no right waking us up. Your father, as you know, has to get up at 4 a.m. every morning. He only slept 3 hours last night!” Karen yelled. “I’m sorry, mom. Won’t happen again.” Perla knew what was going on to her and that her parents were oblivious. She just didn’t care anymore. She’d face her problems on her own.
When Karen left to go grocery shopping, Perla stayed home. It was Saturday and she had no school. Perla was alone with Tilda… Great.
Soon after Karen left, Perla’s boyfriend, Jacob Lothario, and his friends came over. Jacob, too, was an atheist. He also practiced witchcraft. He and Perla did it together.
Perla had ordered pizza and when Jacob and his friends arrived; two whole pizzas were gone within 35 minutes. After the pizza was finished, they all went upstairs to Perla’s room to play the Ouija board. But suddenly, their game had to stop once they heard a noise. Everyone got spooked, except for Perla. She knew it was Tilda. “Hey, I have an idea, guys. How about we talk to thisTildathat seems to be so popular in Perla’s head,” A friend laughed. “Bad idea. And so not funny,” Perla dead panned. “So what? It’s just a game, babe. It’ll be fine,” Jacob insisted. “Fine. But once things get shifty… ” Perla croaked. “Yes, yes of course.” Said Jacob.
They asked questions about Tilda’s sex life, just messing around and being stupid. Tilda got pissed off.
While playing, they heard humming coming from the other room. And then, once again, Tilda’s lovely chant. “… The fuck is that!?” Jacob yelled. “I told you…Now you’ve really done it!” Perla cried. “Me!? Hey, you were in this too! Dude, fuck it. I’m outta here!” Jacob yelled. “Good luck. Don’t you think I would have gotten out already if k could have? Nobody believed me, so I don’t feel bad for any of you.” Perla said. Right then and there, Tilda raced to the bedroom, where they were playing, and grabbed a machete and sliced them all up, except for Perla. Perla and Tilda had some sort of connection. Tilda liked Perla. She wanted to be her friend, for some odd reason.
“Tilda?” Perla called, “why didn’t you shredmeup?? Just my friends?” Perla asked. “You, my dear, are the chosen one. You have what it takes to be mine. I knew it was you all along. You have a gift, my darling. There’s just something about you that reminds me of myself, when I was a child.” Tilda said. Scared for her life, Perla decided to become friends with Tilda. After that, they raised hell together.
HELL RAISERS
Perla and Tilda worked together on a scheme for Tilda’s revenge. Their sudden friendship was on lock; nobody could take that away from them. Tilda had an erratic idea to raise hell together, Perla being Tilda’s possession. Tilda would possess Perla’s body and now she had infinite power.
Revenge first started off with Karen and Donnie. Just because they didn’t believe Perla. See, Perla had a little taste for vengeance in her, as well. Which made it ten times easier for Tilda. So they waited and waited until Perla’s parents got home…
Doom struck immediately, once Perla locked her parents in their storm cellar. She had a bright idea to get them in there by saying she left her expensive pair of Versace sunglasses there. So, as they were in the cellar looking, Tilda had slammed and locked the cellar doors shut.
“I told you. You should’ve listened. Now it’s over…” Perla told her parents. “What’s over?” Karen said, voice shaking and trembling. “… Your life!” Suddenly, the entire room went dark. I’m talking pitch black. And a light came on, where all you could see was Tilda in a bright red light, holding a chainsaw. And then Perla holding a plastic bag, rope and tape. “You know what happens next, don’t you…?” Perla said, in an evil tone. Both her parents took a giant gulp.
Tilda and Perla we’re tying rope around her parents, while chanting. Perla, deep inside, was like a giddy schoolgirl. She had always waited for a time like this. Especially chanting the famous chant of Tilda Wilkinson. Perla started laughing as she taped her parents’ mouths shut. She took the plastic bag, wrapped it around their heads while Tilda hacked them both with a chainsaw. Scared yet…?
“Congratulations, Perla. You have committed your first murder,” Tilda said, proud of the monster she’d created. “Doesn’t it feel amazing?” She asked. “Yes…now what do we do?” Perla smiled. “Follow me…” Tilda showed Perla the way back to the Needham Mansion. “This is your new home.” Tilda said. Perla was speechless. The house was all theirs and no one else’s. She couldn’t believe it.
Another person moved in. This one was known around town for molesting children. Could the rumors be true? Well it didn’t matter, he was dead on arrival no matter what.
Sure enough, the rumors were true; which made it even easier for Tilda and Perla to end his life. He locked children in the basement and basically left them for dead. Luckily, Tilda and Perla didn’t put up with his disastrous bullshit. They had a plan… This mad had to pay…
They stuck him in the bath tub, the same one Tilda was killed in. They wanted to have a little fun with this one, since he was a horrible person. He actually deserved the punishment. Tilda grabbed a razor, slid it down his arm, then the other arm, then his body, legs… You get the point… He screamed, cried and yelled. But they didn’t care. They just stood there and laughed. Tilda started levitating and rose Perla from the ground with her ghostly power. Perla had never felt so complete. Tilda and Perla were through scaring him. They let him lie and soak in his own blood and filth for awhile, while they went to the kitchen to plot their next move.
Two hours later, they went back to the bathroom and Tilda unlocked all the doors, teasing the man. He got up and said, “thank you. Thank you for releasing me.” Then Perla locked the bathroom door and yelled, “I don’t fucking think so… You seriously thought we would let a disgusting bastard like you just roam free and escape!?” She laughed. “Please, please… You have to release me… I… I promise I won’t do anything. I promise I’ll clean my life up.” He pleaded. But they knew-once a molester, always a molester. Besides, letting him go isn’t going to save the other children that he ruined; not only did he take their innocence, but he also locked them up and made them suffer without food, water, or anything else… This piece of shit deserved all things terrorizing.
So they followed the plan. Tilda grabbed a screwdriver and gouged his eyes out. “Finish him…” Tilda said. “Gladly…” Perla drowned him in his own blood in the bathtub. They, then, freed the children. The children were malnourished, skinny, starving, cold and miserable. But Tilda and Perla gave them a nice meal, along with a hot bath and let them drink some hot cocoa by the fire, with blankets after the bath. They bathed them one by one. You see, they would never hurt little children. They shared compassion and sympathy for those hurt children. So in a way, I guess you can say they were heroes this time, in this scenario? I mean, they did save lives.
They formed a deadly clique, consisting of the children from the basement, Perla, and Tilda. It was a vengeance clique. They had a little fun with it, too. The kids put on animal masks; one-a bunny, another-a bloodhound dog with its tongue sticking out, and last-a female child (the only female) with a teddy bear mask, with the full costume on this one. Perla dressed as a clown. No, not your typical clown. She had a red and black striped jumpsuit, with a red and black painted face. She looked like a mime, but red and black. Plus she had crazy ass horns! She looked like a satanic mime. She had in red contacts with black in the middle. She tried her best to secretly outshine Tilda, of course without Tilda. If Tilda had known that Perla ever tried to upstage her (which she tried all the time), Perla would get her five minutes of fame, hanging from a chandelier in a murder museum.
In the dead of the night, Tilda and friends decided to build a portal to the immortal. They let other evil entities in their world and spread the evil all over Newborough. Their wicked plots now affected everyone, instead of just the Needham Mansion. You could say things got pretty twisted…
Perla and Tilda worked together on a scheme for Tilda’s revenge. Their sudden friendship was on lock; nobody could take that away from them. Tilda had an erratic idea to raise hell together, Perla being Tilda’s possession. Tilda would possess Perla’s body and now she had infinite power.
Revenge first started off with Karen and Donnie. Just because they didn’t believe Perla. See, Perla had a little taste for vengeance in her, as well. Which made it ten times easier for Tilda. So they waited and waited until Perla’s parents got home…
Doom struck immediately, once Perla locked her parents in their storm cellar. She had a bright idea to get them in there by saying she left her expensive pair of Versace sunglasses there. So, as they were in the cellar looking, Tilda had slammed and locked the cellar doors shut.
“I told you. You should’ve listened. Now it’s over…” Perla told her parents. “What’s over?” Karen said, voice shaking and trembling. “… Your life!” Suddenly, the entire room went dark. I’m talking pitch black. And a light came on, where all you could see was Tilda in a bright red light, holding a chainsaw. And then Perla holding a plastic bag, rope and tape. “You know what happens next, don’t you…?” Perla said, in an evil tone. Both her parents took a giant gulp.
Tilda and Perla we’re tying rope around her parents, while chanting. Perla, deep inside, was like a giddy schoolgirl. She had always waited for a time like this. Especially chanting the famous chant of Tilda Wilkinson. Perla started laughing as she taped her parents’ mouths shut. She took the plastic bag, wrapped it around their heads while Tilda hacked them both with a chainsaw. Scared yet…?
“Congratulations, Perla. You have committed your first murder,” Tilda said, proud of the monster she’d created. “Doesn’t it feel amazing?” She asked. “Yes…now what do we do?” Perla smiled. “Follow me…” Tilda showed Perla the way back to the Needham Mansion. “This is your new home.” Tilda said. Perla was speechless. The house was all theirs and no one else’s. She couldn’t believe it.
Another person moved in. This one was known around town for molesting children. Could the rumors be true? Well it didn’t matter, he was dead on arrival no matter what.
Sure enough, the rumors were true; which made it even easier for Tilda and Perla to end his life. He locked children in the basement and basically left them for dead. Luckily, Tilda and Perla didn’t put up with his disastrous bullshit. They had a plan… This mad had to pay…
They stuck him in the bath tub, the same one Tilda was killed in. They wanted to have a little fun with this one, since he was a horrible person. He actually deserved the punishment. Tilda grabbed a razor, slid it down his arm, then the other arm, then his body, legs… You get the point… He screamed, cried and yelled. But they didn’t care. They just stood there and laughed. Tilda started levitating and rose Perla from the ground with her ghostly power. Perla had never felt so complete. Tilda and Perla were through scaring him. They let him lie and soak in his own blood and filth for awhile, while they went to the kitchen to plot their next move.
Two hours later, they went back to the bathroom and Tilda unlocked all the doors, teasing the man. He got up and said, “thank you. Thank you for releasing me.” Then Perla locked the bathroom door and yelled, “I don’t fucking think so… You seriously thought we would let a disgusting bastard like you just roam free and escape!?” She laughed. “Please, please… You have to release me… I… I promise I won’t do anything. I promise I’ll clean my life up.” He pleaded. But they knew-once a molester, always a molester. Besides, letting him go isn’t going to save the other children that he ruined; not only did he take their innocence, but he also locked them up and made them suffer without food, water, or anything else… This piece of shit deserved all things terrorizing.
So they followed the plan. Tilda grabbed a screwdriver and gouged his eyes out. “Finish him…” Tilda said. “Gladly…” Perla drowned him in his own blood in the bathtub. They, then, freed the children. The children were malnourished, skinny, starving, cold and miserable. But Tilda and Perla gave them a nice meal, along with a hot bath and let them drink some hot cocoa by the fire, with blankets after the bath. They bathed them one by one. You see, they would never hurt little children. They shared compassion and sympathy for those hurt children. So in a way, I guess you can say they were heroes this time, in this scenario? I mean, they did save lives.
They formed a deadly clique, consisting of the children from the basement, Perla, and Tilda. It was a vengeance clique. They had a little fun with it, too. The kids put on animal masks; one-a bunny, another-a bloodhound dog with its tongue sticking out, and last-a female child (the only female) with a teddy bear mask, with the full costume on this one. Perla dressed as a clown. No, not your typical clown. She had a red and black striped jumpsuit, with a red and black painted face. She looked like a mime, but red and black. Plus she had crazy ass horns! She looked like a satanic mime. She had in red contacts with black in the middle. She tried her best to secretly outshine Tilda, of course without Tilda. If Tilda had known that Perla ever tried to upstage her (which she tried all the time), Perla would get her five minutes of fame, hanging from a chandelier in a murder museum.
In the dead of the night, Tilda and friends decided to build a portal to the immortal. They let other evil entities in their world and spread the evil all over Newborough. Their wicked plots now affected everyone, instead of just the Needham Mansion. You could say things got pretty twisted…
DAMNATION!
The entities scattered all over Newsborough. Newsborough High School was loaded with them. The town was not the same. The whole city was damned and they all knew it. Everybody was frightened for their life.
One passed through the school cafeteria, during lunchtime. It threw the tables across the room, hitting many of the high school students. Killing some. This was not good…
Meanwhile, in a Freshman English classroom, students were sitting in detention, doing homework. Suddenly, the chalk started writing by itself. It had written, “Satan is coming” Over and over again. The teacher looked around and then heard the noises coming from the cafeteria and yelled, “everybody inside the cellar!” Then the entity rose up and laughed, “like that’s going to help you…” Everything went dark and fire struck outside the building, surrounding the entire school. There was officially now way out.
All they could see was fire; that was their only light. Then a portal to hell opened up in the middle of the stage in the theatre. The force dragged everyone into the portal. They were all dragged to hell. At first, the inside was freezing, to the point their bodies went into shock. Then suddenly, it started to heat up. It got hotter and hotter. They hit a stopping point and Satan Rose up. He was on fire, with 6 horns on each head (which he had 6 heads) a giant tail, a scythe and hooves for feet. It was unexplainable, he was a walking nightmare. Nobody knew how horrific the devil really looked until they saw him in real life. You still couldn’t tell whether it was a he or she. “Welcome to your worst nightmare.” Satan said, while the entities surrounded him in song. They couldn’t quite make out the words, all they could feel was terror.
They fell deep down like a ride at a theme park. You know, one of those rides where you’re atop and then you suddenly drop. But this was different, they weren’t strapped in and it was deeper and faster. The fall felt like hours until they hit the fiery pits of hell. They burned eternally…
Searching for a way out, a survivor student traveled across hell like the video game, Dante’s Inferno. But this was no video game, this was real. So real that it was surreal.
There were screaming bodies burning everywhere. There were demons lurking from a distance, just waiting to return to earth. Waiting for Satan’s approval. The student, then, found an angel searching for living souls. The angel approached the student and sent the student straight to heaven. “Here, you are safe now. I promise. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.”
Heaven was beautiful; it was nothing like anyone had dreamed of. It was better. It was also a guaranteed place where no one would ever have anything bad happen to them ever again. The angels were free.
Happy as can be, the student saw Jesus Christ. She was speechless. He was standing there with her grandma but the gates of Heaven. Her grandma approached her and wrapped her arms around her. “It’s been so long,” She whispered. “Is this even real, grandma? Am I dreaming?” “No, my dear,” The grandma smiled, “this is all real.” It was everything she’d imagined and more. There was even animal heaven! Her cat, Maisy, was lying there on her back waiting to be pet. And she could talk!
‘Hi, mama. I missed you.” The girl couldn’t cry in heaven, there were no tears anymore. But if she could’ve she would’ve.
The girl never had any worries at all anymore. Her life was literally perfect.
Meanwhile, on earth, everything went to shit. It was no longer a beautiful place. Earth was in danger. Fun was now Frightened United Nations.
FRIGHTENED UNITED NATIONS
Perla and Tilda discovered that they have made a mess. And that’s the exact plan they had in their twisted minds. Chaos was the key to their happy life, even though they were never going to be happy again…
The only thing that might help the nation survive is sacrifice. One person, just one, had to sacrifice their life in order to let everyone else survive. Their lives were in the hands of one person. All they had to do now was figure out who it was going to be…
Some found a safe place, finally. It was in the projection room at the high school. If they resided there, their lives were no longer in danger. Or so they presumed…
They turned on a movie and grabbed some popcorn and a blanket, and layed on the floor while watching the movie. Everyone was content and thankful they had finally found a safe place. Yet, they were still scared something might happen. They kept their eyes open.
While everyone was quiet, watching the movie, they heard a big boom, like a fire had all of a sudden started. The firelight had peeked from the door. Madison Raye, a student, got the fire extinguisher and tried to cease the fire. It didn’t work. The fire just got bigger.
It struck through the entire room; people fleeing all over the school. They had found a school bus that had seemed safe. So they all jumped on, in a hurry. “Sacrifice,” Kayla Watts, another student, whispered. “Yes, that’s it… Sacrifice.” Kayla, then, pushed a male student into the fire. Well, that didn’t work out so well.
The school bus shook, like an earthquake, and all the windows shattered. It was Tilda. She confronted Kayla face-to-face and said, “sacrifice, my dear, is not murder. To sacrifice is to risk a life. Yourownlife.” Tilda told her. All the students were enraged that Kayla had pushed him into the fire. “Burn… Burn… Burn her!!!” The students all yelled and agreed. They slowly cornered her in the back of the bus and pushed her into the fire. All because Kayla thought she was saving lives by taking one. Now, this didn’t have anything to do with their safety, but they did not approve of the fact she had willingly killed an innocent teenager for her well-being. The fire was excruciating. Kayla could feel her flesh burn slowly. She could feel her body deteriorate as she screamed in helplessness. The pain lasted for about 30 minutes until she was finally at peace.
“Okay, who is it? Who’s going to risk their life? Because it sure as hell isn’t going to be me,” Madison said. “Fuck it. I’ll do it. At least I’ll be in a better place… I think. Ah hell with it. I don’t care.” A young 15 year old female named Charlie Keen jumped into the fire, screaming in pain, but feeling empowered at the same time, for she had saved the human race.
The dark turned light, the clouds faded away to a clear blue sky, and, most of all, there were no demons or fire in sight. It seemed everything was back to normal. But the house still remained haunted, and Perla and Tilda still resided in that house, raising hell and taunting every little soul that moved in, or even just visited.
A few teens; Alex Justice, Lawrence Darwin, and Klyde Devinson entered the Needham Mansion. The school had off campus lunches, so they went inside the mansion to have a smoke. They lit up their cigarettes and started chatting. “Y’know, this place kinda gives me the creeps,” Alex admitted. “Well, it does look abandoned. Maybe we should get.” Klyde answered. “No fucking way. This shit is too awesome. I mean wouldn’t it be cool if this place was actually haunted?” Lawrence laughed. “I… I don’t think we should be here…” Alex said. “Alexis-You should really lighten up,” Said Lawrence. “I told you not to call me Alexis,” Alex dead panned. “You’re a chicken, Alex.” Said Klyde. “No, I’m not!” Alex yelled. “Fine, if you’re not chicken, how’s about we do some shit.” Lawrence said as he pulled out some Oxycodone. “Drugs? I don’t know…” Alex said. “Notjustdrugs. Oxy.” “No way in hell I’m doing Oxycontin in a fucking hell house. I heard it invites demons in,” Klyde said. “Ha! That’s the biggest wives tale I’ve ever heard. Now try some. Who goes first? Alex?” Lawrence offered. “I said no already, jackass.” Said Alex. “Just do it!” Lawrence exclaimed. “No!” Alex yelled. “Do. It.” “No!” He then shook her and yelled again, “do it!” Suddenly Tilda floated down the stairs and yelled, “no means no!” And grabbed Lawrence by the throat and sliced his abdomen with her fingernail. “We’ve overstayed our welcome. We will be leaving now,” Klyde said. “I don’t think so,” Perla said as the gates of the mansion suddenly closed in the house and locked them in. “… The fuck…” Alex said as he looked around. “My dear, Alex…you are safe now.” Tilda threw Klyde across the room and chopped him up with an axe. “Now it’s your turn, Lawrence. This is what you get for bullying. Bullies never live!” Tilda yelled, as she grabbed a machete and had a little fun. Let’s just say it was more gore that ever before.
“What are you gonna do to me!?” Alex cried.” Tilda looked at Perla and winked. That was Perla’s cue to tell Alex, “we want you.” “Please don’t kill me… Please!” Alex cried on her knees, helpless. “No, my child,” Tilda said, “we want you with us. Join us and you’ll never have to feel pain again.”
Alex accepted the offer. After all, he always had a thing for Perla. But little did he know, this was not a dating site-this was Satan’s call. It was up to him to decide others’ fate now.
“So, Tilda… Perla… What’s my mission?” “Your mission?” Tilda laughed, “oh, child… You don’t need a mission. You just need practice. Like Perla. She needs a lot of practice. She’s not very good at murder.” Tilda said, looking at Perla. “The hell is that supposed to mean, Tilda!?” Perla asked, infuriated. “No offense… You’re just not cut out for the job. I’m sure Alex will do better. Just saying…” Tilda laughed. “Well, maybe I got it from my lazy ass mentor!” “Lazy?” Tilda chuckled. “Jesus, Perla. What a beautiful comeback…” “Whatever…” Perla rolled her eyes. Tilda knew what Perla was up to. She knew Perla tried to take her crown and glory. That was not okay. But Perla had it coming. Tilda had yet another person written on her list of vengeance.
Two teenagers walked by the Needham Mansion. “Oh, hey. Look, Darlyn! It’s theNeedham Mansion.”Chance Breezer, a 15 year old said to another 15 year old named Darlyn Dazer. Darlyn was the most popular Freshman at Newsborough High. She won Homecoming Court and rumor has it she’s already well on her way with senior prom queen votes. “Creepy.” She said. “Well? Do you want to see what all the fuss is about?” He asked. “We can’t. Look. It’s all fenced in…” Darlyn pointed out. “Okay, fine. But there’s always a way. But since you’re chicken, we’ll just walk back to fourth hour.” “Yeah, good idea,” Darlyn said.
Suddenly, Chance and Darlyn couldn’t walk anymore. Literally. Something had blocked their way. It was invisible, you couldn’t see it. But somehow, something stopped them. They took a step back and got electrocuted by some force of events.
Darlyn had woken up in a bath tub, not having any idea where she was or where Chance was. All she knew was she was covered in a pool of blood, it was obviously the same place where Tilda was murdered. This was no coincidence.
“Help!” Darlyn yelled. “Someone fucking help me! Please!” She yelled. She tried to get out but Tilda had glued her to the bath tub. “Shh,” Tilda whispered from afar. “My pretty child. There’s no need to yell. You’ll wake the others.” “Please, please. Don’t kill me. I know who you are. I’m so sorry you were murdered. I really mean it.” Darlyn pleaded. “One mission and one mission only, to save your precious life.” “Name it. Anything.” Darlyn cried. “Kill him. Kill your friend.” Tilda demanded. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Darlyn said. “Splendid. But first, you must endure your own pain.” Tilda ripped Darlyn from out of the tub, leaving Darlyn screaming and her skin partially ripped off. “Good,” Tilda laughed, “very, very good. Now run. Run to the kitchen, find a weapon and kill him!” Tilda yelled. And so she did; Darlyn grabbed Chance by the legs and dragged him all the way to the bloody tub and stuck him in there. “Hold him!” Darlyn told Perla. “What… What are you doing, Dar?” “Making a name for myself. All my life I was this good girl. Well, times are about to change.” Darlyn grabbed a microwave, slammed it on his head, grabbed an extension cord and plugged in a hair dryer, curling iron, and the microwave. Turned all of them on and threw them into the bath tub. They all laughed while watching Chance cook.
“Welcome. You are very talented. Very talented indeed.” Tilda smiled. “We’re going to have fun,” Alex told her. “Yes, yes. Best of friends.” Said Perla.
DON’T LOOK NOW
Alex, Tilda, Perla, and Darlyn went searching for more souls to intake. But first, Tilda had something in mind…
Before they went to haunt, all of them had to die. “Wait… What?” Perla said. “Yeah, no.” Said Alex. “I’m down!” Darlyn exclaimed. “Well, Darlyn. Today is your lucky day,” Said Tilda, in a motherly voice as usual. Tilda was like their mother after all.
Tilda lied all three of them on the floor and got a hammer. She easily smashed their skulls in, one by one.
Tilda buried the bodies in the backyard, where she herself was buried. If anything, she was doing them a favor. Yes, all three of them were laid to rest right next to the famous Tilda Wilkinson. How beautiful!
After their resurrection, they all decided one thing was for sure-their vengeance prevailed. And they were stronger now, on the count of there were four of them. They came up with a brilliant plan…
Afrid and Penny Davidson moved in; Penny being 9 months pregnant. They had absolutely no clue what they were getting themselves into. Nobody had told them about the house being haunted. It, once again, looked like an ordinary fixer upper that had beyond potential.
“Wow,” Afrid told Penny. “This place is beautiful. Great Pickens, honey.” “Well, you know what they say…great minds think alike!” Penny said, excitedly. They moved all the furniture into the house. Once they were done with the baby’s room, they decided to take a cigarette break. Yes, Penny smoked cigarettes while pregnant. But that wasn’t bad, compared to Afrid smoking crack around Penny. He had thought it wasn’t going to harm the baby any worse than Penny smoking cigarettes.
The house already stunk from all the smoke. The entities were not happy about that. They also weren’t happy that the people smoked while with child. They had it coming…
Walking down the hallway next to the stairs the next morning, Penny found an old picture frame that had fallen on the floor. It was a burnt up picture with Tilda and her family. You could only see Tilda though. “Hmm, that’s weird,” Penny thought. “Hey, Afrid. Come and look at this!” Penny called. “Yeah, that is very peculiar,” Afrid added. “Who is this lady? And why can’t we see the rest of the picture? I’m oh so sure this place didn’t burn down… Obviously.” Penny said, trying to put the puzzle together. It didn’t make any sense.
Two weeks later, Afrid had come home from work to find Penny on the living room floor, in labor. He got everything ready and said, “okay, let’s get you to the hospital.” “No. It can’t wait, Afrid. This baby is coming now!” Penny screamed. “How long have you been in labor, Pen?” Afrid asked. “A long time, now help me, Goddammit!!!” About 2 hours later, Penny Davidson gave birth to a baby girl. They named her Hollison Rae Davidson, or Holly, for short. Holly came out very sick, unfortunately. And the Davidsons knew why. It was certain that Holly was violently, or maybe even deathly ill because of their smoking habits. Both of them were to blame in this scenario.
That pissed the entities off more than ever. They’ve never been this livid before. Something had to be done. Now.
After breastfeeding Holly, Penny put her in her bassinet. She heard a manly scream coming from the living room. She knew right away it was Afrid. She ran downstairs and saw Afrid lying on the floor dead and covered in blood. There was a writing all the wall in blood, followed by a bloody baby footprint and handprint, saying “you’re next…”
Tilda then showed herself and showered Penny in his blood. Penny was so shocked up she didn’t even know what to say. All she could think about was Tilda hurting her newborn child. Penny raced upstairs to Holly’s room as fast as she could. Tilda followed her slowly, floating delicately like a feather.
Penny picked up Holly and yelled, “Don’t hurt my baby, please. Whatever you do. Hurt me, but not my daughter. Have mercy, please!” Tilda gave her an evil glare and said, “No need to worry. You hurt her enough. And for that, you shall suffer.” “Whoareyou? And what do you want?” Penny asked. Tilda simply said, You.” Suddenly laughter came from everywhere and the other entities showed up in the baby’s room. Tilda showed no mercy; she ripped Holly out of Penny’s arms and grabbed an umbrella and some acid. She splashed the acid all up in Penny’s eyes and took the end of the umbrella and stabbed it into her stomach. Penny still being alive but in severe pain, Tilda lit up a cigarette and burned deep holes into her skin. After she was done with that, she ripped her tongue out of her mouth. She finished Penny off with a hot iron to her face.
Of course, the other entities took the baby to the next room while Tilda was doing all of this…
Then once Tilda had succeeded another slaughter, she grabbed the baby’s jack-in-the-box and started to play with it, chanting again,slaughter my daughter… Slaughter my daughter… Slaughter… Slaughter… Slaughter…
Her voice kept getting quieter and quiter with each chant. The baby now belonged to them. And anyone who would look into the eyes of that baby would now have a price to pay.
A few young adult friends met up at the grocery store. One woman, named Dahlia, fancied one of the other men, named Peter. He was gorgeous. Who could blame her?
They went for a walk, it was half past midnight. Dahlia stuck with Peter the entire time, hoping he’d notice her. They started talking and laughing. She knew right away they were hitting it off. Then she went for the kill; a kiss to officially break the ice. She moved her face in towards Peter and suddenly, a beautiful blonde woman came up to Peter and they shared only the kiss of Dahlia’s dreams. “This is Emma; my girlfriend. Isn’t she beautiful?” Dahlia’s heart sank deeply. But there was no time for a broken heart. Shit got crazy after that…
They started being chased by a man with a chainsaw. They kept running until they finally found a place to hide. But Tilda had other plans. She caught Peter, because he was the slowest, and murdered him instantly. She stabbed him slowly.
“No!” Dahlia yelled. Despite what Peter did to her, she was still in love with him. Tilda caught her eyes and started chasing her. Dahlia tripped and Tilda had chopped her pinky toe off. The rest of the group looked straight at Tilda. Well you know what that means…
Tilda chased them all down but didn’t kill them, she just wounded them. The group of friends found an ambulance. “Help! Help!” They yelled, “We’re hurt, badly.” One of the paramedics turned around and they had noticed he was a demon, as well. Shit.
Suddenly, they were back at the grocery store and everything seemed to repeat itself, over and over. The Repeatiness wouldn’t end.
After 5 times of the pattern, it had finally ended. They were knocked unconscious by Darlyn and had woken up at an amusement park.
“Who likes rollercoasters?” Dahlia asked. “Are you fucking kidding me? How can you just ignore the fact that you got your toe chopped off. Not to mention we were tormented by demented souls…” One of the friends mentioned. “I know, I’m trying to… Never mind. Just forget it.”
Suddenly everything went dark again. Clowns fleed all over the park.
It was like Cirkus Bezerkus at Six Flags Over Texas’ Fright Fest. But this was worse-it was real. The clowns had mallets, butcher knives, and cleavers. They chased them in terror. One clown had chased Dahlia with his cleaver and caught up to her; chopping her into a million pieces, in a fast pace. He was brilliantly insane, but in a very beautiful way.
The clowns took over Newsborough. A new victim moved into the Needham mansion; Jessie Rhydesdale. She was in for a treat…
The entire town was doomed, for real this time. Jessie had no clue what she was getting herself into. Clowns fled the town as if they owned it. Just in time for Halloween.
Jessie hid in the town cellar, along with two other people. For some odd reason, there were three portraits hanging up on the wall. Suddenly, the three people from the portraits; a woman, a man, and a male child, came out of the portraits and chased after them. These three entities were followed by Tilda.
Alex, Tilda, Perla, and Darlyn went searching for more souls to intake. But first, Tilda had something in mind…
Before they went to haunt, all of them had to die. “Wait… What?” Perla said. “Yeah, no.” Said Alex. “I’m down!” Darlyn exclaimed. “Well, Darlyn. Today is your lucky day,” Said Tilda, in a motherly voice as usual. Tilda was like their mother after all.
Tilda lied all three of them on the floor and got a hammer. She easily smashed their skulls in, one by one.
Tilda buried the bodies in the backyard, where she herself was buried. If anything, she was doing them a favor. Yes, all three of them were laid to rest right next to the famous Tilda Wilkinson. How beautiful!
After their resurrection, they all decided one thing was for sure-their vengeance prevailed. And they were stronger now, on the count of there were four of them. They came up with a brilliant plan…
Afrid and Penny Davidson moved in; Penny being 9 months pregnant. They had absolutely no clue what they were getting themselves into. Nobody had told them about the house being haunted. It, once again, looked like an ordinary fixer upper that had beyond potential.
“Wow,” Afrid told Penny. “This place is beautiful. Great Pickens, honey.” “Well, you know what they say…great minds think alike!” Penny said, excitedly. They moved all the furniture into the house. Once they were done with the baby’s room, they decided to take a cigarette break. Yes, Penny smoked cigarettes while pregnant. But that wasn’t bad, compared to Afrid smoking crack around Penny. He had thought it wasn’t going to harm the baby any worse than Penny smoking cigarettes.
The house already stunk from all the smoke. The entities were not happy about that. They also weren’t happy that the people smoked while with child. They had it coming…
Walking down the hallway next to the stairs the next morning, Penny found an old picture frame that had fallen on the floor. It was a burnt up picture with Tilda and her family. You could only see Tilda though. “Hmm, that’s weird,” Penny thought. “Hey, Afrid. Come and look at this!” Penny called. “Yeah, that is very peculiar,” Afrid added. “Who is this lady? And why can’t we see the rest of the picture? I’m oh so sure this place didn’t burn down… Obviously.” Penny said, trying to put the puzzle together. It didn’t make any sense.
Two weeks later, Afrid had come home from work to find Penny on the living room floor, in labor. He got everything ready and said, “okay, let’s get you to the hospital.” “No. It can’t wait, Afrid. This baby is coming now!” Penny screamed. “How long have you been in labor, Pen?” Afrid asked. “A long time, now help me, Goddammit!!!” About 2 hours later, Penny Davidson gave birth to a baby girl. They named her Hollison Rae Davidson, or Holly, for short. Holly came out very sick, unfortunately. And the Davidsons knew why. It was certain that Holly was violently, or maybe even deathly ill because of their smoking habits. Both of them were to blame in this scenario.
That pissed the entities off more than ever. They’ve never been this livid before. Something had to be done. Now.
After breastfeeding Holly, Penny put her in her bassinet. She heard a manly scream coming from the living room. She knew right away it was Afrid. She ran downstairs and saw Afrid lying on the floor dead and covered in blood. There was a writing all the wall in blood, followed by a bloody baby footprint and handprint, saying “you’re next…”
Tilda then showed herself and showered Penny in his blood. Penny was so shocked up she didn’t even know what to say. All she could think about was Tilda hurting her newborn child. Penny raced upstairs to Holly’s room as fast as she could. Tilda followed her slowly, floating delicately like a feather.
Penny picked up Holly and yelled, “Don’t hurt my baby, please. Whatever you do. Hurt me, but not my daughter. Have mercy, please!” Tilda gave her an evil glare and said, “No need to worry. You hurt her enough. And for that, you shall suffer.” “Whoareyou? And what do you want?” Penny asked. Tilda simply said, You.” Suddenly laughter came from everywhere and the other entities showed up in the baby’s room. Tilda showed no mercy; she ripped Holly out of Penny’s arms and grabbed an umbrella and some acid. She splashed the acid all up in Penny’s eyes and took the end of the umbrella and stabbed it into her stomach. Penny still being alive but in severe pain, Tilda lit up a cigarette and burned deep holes into her skin. After she was done with that, she ripped her tongue out of her mouth. She finished Penny off with a hot iron to her face.
Of course, the other entities took the baby to the next room while Tilda was doing all of this…
Then once Tilda had succeeded another slaughter, she grabbed the baby’s jack-in-the-box and started to play with it, chanting again,slaughter my daughter… Slaughter my daughter… Slaughter… Slaughter… Slaughter…
Her voice kept getting quieter and quiter with each chant. The baby now belonged to them. And anyone who would look into the eyes of that baby would now have a price to pay.
A few young adult friends met up at the grocery store. One woman, named Dahlia, fancied one of the other men, named Peter. He was gorgeous. Who could blame her?
They went for a walk, it was half past midnight. Dahlia stuck with Peter the entire time, hoping he’d notice her. They started talking and laughing. She knew right away they were hitting it off. Then she went for the kill; a kiss to officially break the ice. She moved her face in towards Peter and suddenly, a beautiful blonde woman came up to Peter and they shared only the kiss of Dahlia’s dreams. “This is Emma; my girlfriend. Isn’t she beautiful?” Dahlia’s heart sank deeply. But there was no time for a broken heart. Shit got crazy after that…
They started being chased by a man with a chainsaw. They kept running until they finally found a place to hide. But Tilda had other plans. She caught Peter, because he was the slowest, and murdered him instantly. She stabbed him slowly.
“No!” Dahlia yelled. Despite what Peter did to her, she was still in love with him. Tilda caught her eyes and started chasing her. Dahlia tripped and Tilda had chopped her pinky toe off. The rest of the group looked straight at Tilda. Well you know what that means…
Tilda chased them all down but didn’t kill them, she just wounded them. The group of friends found an ambulance. “Help! Help!” They yelled, “We’re hurt, badly.” One of the paramedics turned around and they had noticed he was a demon, as well. Shit.
Suddenly, they were back at the grocery store and everything seemed to repeat itself, over and over. The Repeatiness wouldn’t end.
After 5 times of the pattern, it had finally ended. They were knocked unconscious by Darlyn and had woken up at an amusement park.
“Who likes rollercoasters?” Dahlia asked. “Are you fucking kidding me? How can you just ignore the fact that you got your toe chopped off. Not to mention we were tormented by demented souls…” One of the friends mentioned. “I know, I’m trying to… Never mind. Just forget it.”
Suddenly everything went dark again. Clowns fleed all over the park.
It was like Cirkus Bezerkus at Six Flags Over Texas’ Fright Fest. But this was worse-it was real. The clowns had mallets, butcher knives, and cleavers. They chased them in terror. One clown had chased Dahlia with his cleaver and caught up to her; chopping her into a million pieces, in a fast pace. He was brilliantly insane, but in a very beautiful way.
The clowns took over Newsborough. A new victim moved into the Needham mansion; Jessie Rhydesdale. She was in for a treat…
The entire town was doomed, for real this time. Jessie had no clue what she was getting herself into. Clowns fled the town as if they owned it. Just in time for Halloween.
Jessie hid in the town cellar, along with two other people. For some odd reason, there were three portraits hanging up on the wall. Suddenly, the three people from the portraits; a woman, a man, and a male child, came out of the portraits and chased after them. These three entities were followed by Tilda.SUPERCEL HELL
Tilda set her new plan into motion. Yes, another new plan. This time, the plan was to doom all beings from a supercell storm. This exact storm was not just a thunderstorm, but I portal to all evil. For what people thought was a supercell, it was actually a form of circular damnation from ghostly spirits.
The clouds started to roll in, as all sirens went off. Everybody hid inside the public cellar and waited for the storm to pass. Meanwhile, things were looking up for Tilda and her posse. They built the most powerful supercell known to man. The storm carried on as, little did everyone know, it got bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the supercell was so huge that it filled the entire never ending sky. The sky was black, grey, and full of ash. There were ashes flying all over the town of Newsborough.
“This is some Silent Hill shit. Come check this out, mom!” A 16 year old screamed to her mother, looking out the storm cellar window. “Oh my God. Come look, guys!” The mother yelled. Everyone took turns looking into the tiny window, noticing the ashes and sky basically falling. The town of Newsborough was torn apart.
Suddenly, the dark, excruciating heat turned a very icy cold; so cold that the town shivered in panic. People lost their breathe. Some people even caught a severe and fatal case of pneumonia. Tilda brought something into this world that nobody, not even Satan, could escape. In fact, hell itself literally started freezing over. All of the metaphorical statements of hell freezing over actually came into reality.
“Welcome to Supercell Hell,” Tilda told the town, as she grew and grew with more power. A lonely woman who was beaten almost to death was suffering in pain. So Tilda did what she does best and added her to her crew. “Hello, young child. What is your name?” Tilda asked. “Evie,” She shook. “Have you no mercy? Please don’t kill me.” Evie said, shaking even harder. “I will spare you, child. I will spare you, indeed.” “Why, may I ask?” Evie asked. “Because you’re hurt. You’re hurting just like I was. And the rest of those who I’ve spared. Perhaps vengeance is key to a happy lifestyle.” Tilda declared. “Yes… Yes. Yeah, I will seek revenge on every man who’s ever laid a hand on me. Let this be my solemn vow!” Evie exclaimed. “Aye, child. Aye. And much, much more. You can finally be free.” Evie was so relieved there was someone who actually understood her.
“Evie, my child,” “Yes, Tilda?” Evie asked. “Since you are now mine, I shall rename you. You are now Evelia Divinity. You are my precious jewel; the chosen one. You are what I’ve been waiting for.” “Yes, Tilda. I am now Evelia Divinity. Andchosen one?Whatever do you mean by that?” Evelia asked. “You are going to take after me Evelia. You will be lonely again! Now, there is something you need to do first. Consider this a way to Satan’s heart.” “What is it, Tilda? Anything for you.” Evelia said. “You need to die, darling.” Tilda demanded. “But… I thought you wanted to spare me. I thought I was special, Tilda.” Evelia cried. “You are, dear. Which is why I want you with me. To live forever among the dead.” So she did. Evelia agreed. Then poof; she was gone, just like that. But rose again.
Tilda set her new plan into motion. Yes, another new plan. This time, the plan was to doom all beings from a supercell storm. This exact storm was not just a thunderstorm, but I portal to all evil. For what people thought was a supercell, it was actually a form of circular damnation from ghostly spirits.
The clouds started to roll in, as all sirens went off. Everybody hid inside the public cellar and waited for the storm to pass. Meanwhile, things were looking up for Tilda and her posse. They built the most powerful supercell known to man. The storm carried on as, little did everyone know, it got bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the supercell was so huge that it filled the entire never ending sky. The sky was black, grey, and full of ash. There were ashes flying all over the town of Newsborough.
“This is some Silent Hill shit. Come check this out, mom!” A 16 year old screamed to her mother, looking out the storm cellar window. “Oh my God. Come look, guys!” The mother yelled. Everyone took turns looking into the tiny window, noticing the ashes and sky basically falling. The town of Newsborough was torn apart.
Suddenly, the dark, excruciating heat turned a very icy cold; so cold that the town shivered in panic. People lost their breathe. Some people even caught a severe and fatal case of pneumonia. Tilda brought something into this world that nobody, not even Satan, could escape. In fact, hell itself literally started freezing over. All of the metaphorical statements of hell freezing over actually came into reality.
“Welcome to Supercell Hell,” Tilda told the town, as she grew and grew with more power. A lonely woman who was beaten almost to death was suffering in pain. So Tilda did what she does best and added her to her crew. “Hello, young child. What is your name?” Tilda asked. “Evie,” She shook. “Have you no mercy? Please don’t kill me.” Evie said, shaking even harder. “I will spare you, child. I will spare you, indeed.” “Why, may I ask?” Evie asked. “Because you’re hurt. You’re hurting just like I was. And the rest of those who I’ve spared. Perhaps vengeance is key to a happy lifestyle.” Tilda declared. “Yes… Yes. Yeah, I will seek revenge on every man who’s ever laid a hand on me. Let this be my solemn vow!” Evie exclaimed. “Aye, child. Aye. And much, much more. You can finally be free.” Evie was so relieved there was someone who actually understood her.
“Evie, my child,” “Yes, Tilda?” Evie asked. “Since you are now mine, I shall rename you. You are now Evelia Divinity. You are my precious jewel; the chosen one. You are what I’ve been waiting for.” “Yes, Tilda. I am now Evelia Divinity. Andchosen one?Whatever do you mean by that?” Evelia asked. “You are going to take after me Evelia. You will be lonely again! Now, there is something you need to do first. Consider this a way to Satan’s heart.” “What is it, Tilda? Anything for you.” Evelia said. “You need to die, darling.” Tilda demanded. “But… I thought you wanted to spare me. I thought I was special, Tilda.” Evelia cried. “You are, dear. Which is why I want you with me. To live forever among the dead.” So she did. Evelia agreed. Then poof; she was gone, just like that. But rose again.
EVELIA DIVINITYAs the ground shriveled up, brought a new dead soul to the world, Evelia Divinity. She stole the power of the living, stole the power of the dead. Tilda had created a hideous, yet beautiful monster. Evelia was drenched in blood and filth. Tilda knew the perfect vengeance would be stealing the power of Divinity, without her knowledge, of course. She needed her power to rule. Because without all of Tilda’s minions, she would be weak and powerless. So she did. She used Evelia.
Evelia’s first mission was to haunt the Needham mansion and take the glory or all the beautiful souls she was about to take.
After the storm passed, a new and naive couple moved in, in hopes of starting a new life of sobriety. The man was an alcoholic and abused his wife on a daily basis. The couple wanted to get their lovelorn life back in order and save their marriage. The wife, Abigail Lesser, was determined to get her perfect husband back. After all, it had to have been the alcohol that made him so violent. The husband, Linus Lesser, was angry with himself for doing what he did; he never intended to hurt his wife. So he made a promise with Abigail that he’d never touch a single drink again. Then they’d go from there.
But Tilda knew that wasn’t the case. Alcohol doesn’t make a man beat his wife. Alcohol brings out the person he’d only wish to be. In other words, he did intend to abuse her. Tilda knew these feelings all too well, just from experiences. He sewed, so she reaped…
In the dead of the night, Linus heard a rattle on the closet, which had been the same closet Tilda had buried souls in. What Linus saw, was almost too hard to believe. He immediately yelled, “Abigail, call the police right now!” “What’s going on?” Abigail asked, as she came closer to the closet. “Don’t come over here. It’s-” Suddenly, before Linus could finish his sentence, a band on dancing demons floated out of the closet. It was unbelievable. Linus had to rub his eyes to make sure he was awake. That’s when Evelia came in.
“You, my child, have done wrong, yes?” “Please, whatever. I’ll do…” He pleaded. “Don’t hurt us, please!” Abigail yelled. “My darling, it is not you that we want. It is him. You are innocent.” She suddenly had a puzzled look on her face. Then, before either could speak, Evelia raised up Linus into thin air and ripped him from limb to limb. Sliced him up, then gnawed at his face. She threw him into the lit up fireplace and gave Abigail an evil smirk. Then left. Abigail was so shooken up that she had a heart attack, went into cardiac arrest, and died.
But Evelia did not intend to kill Abigail. She simply asked Tilda if she could rise and become one of them. “Too many.” Tilda said. “Too many what?” Evelia asked. “We have to many minions!” Tilda screamed, getting severely short with Evelia.
Evelia felt she had enough, so she turned on Tilda.
“We need a sacrifice!” Evelia yelled, in hopes that Tilda would volunteer. “Uh, no we don’t. Why the hell would you say that? This ismyplay.Iwrite the script here. And if you don’t like it-” “Then what? If I don’t like it, then what?” Evelia interrupted. “Then…then…” Tilda stuttered. “Yeah, thought so. You think you’re so tough because you died first. Well let me tell you something… I rule now. I’m the fucking queen demon now, bitch!” Evelia laughed. “That’s it!” Tilda yelled, as she grasped a knife in her hands. “Yeah, you’re forgetting something.” Evelia told Tilda. “Yeah? And what’s that?” Tilda asked. “You’re ancient. You’re an ancient soul who thinks she is si brilliantly evil just because she has minions. Well I don’t think so.” Evelia said, getting closer to Tilda, as she gripped her power force and suddenly the force came upon her. “What are you doing?” Tilda asked, then looked at the others, “well don’t just stand there like fucking ignoramuses, do something!” Tilda yelled. Then the others glared at Tilda and chanted, “slaughter your daughter”Over and over again. “Well,” Evelia laughed hysterically, “I guess the tables have turned, hmm?… Get her!” Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off, the ground shook, and then Tilda fell to the ground, suddenly stuck to the hardwood floor, as if she were glued to it. It was indescribable, but this glossy and tarry white stuff slowly covered Tilda. Later did she realize she was a mannequin. Tilda was no longer powerful. She was still an evil spirit, she was just a mannequin.
MANNEQUIN MADNESS
Tilda struggled and trying to find ways out. But Evelia took all of her power. Bye, Tilda. Goodbye.
Suddenly, rose a new soul from the dead. But this time, earth set on fire, so the demonic soul traveled to another universe to find there was no evil there, so she created a world of evil.
In a store called “Pearl’s Beauty Boutique”, the demon possessed a mannequin, then set new souls out to possess the rest of the mannequins in the boutique. She became the new leader – Jeska DuValle. She was among evil; she was the demon of all demons. Her piercing white eyes could kill a man by just looking at him.
Everybody at the store ran ramped and escaped. But one person, who was using the restroom, got stuck in the store. His name was Jacklin Thomas. He opened the bathroom door to exit, turned right, then saw a collage of mannequins, blocking his way. It was very peculiar; he had remembered that there were no mannequins in his way before. He found a free space, started walking, then he turned around just to find a mannequin had filled that space he just walked through. His heart suddenly started beating; he became dangerously tachycardic. To the point he almost had a heart attack. He realized he was trapped and there was no hope for Jacklin.
He found the closest weapon – a vase. He started throwing vases all over the place; shattering the room like stained glass. But the mannequins just stood there, unfazed. He knew he was now officially hopeless.
Then, he witnessed one move. It was, in fact, Jeska DuValle. He started shaking vigorously. The shakes turned into convulsions… Before he knew it, he had been unconscious.
Waking up, strapped in a computer chair; molded by some stellar concrete, Jacklin Thomas had convinced himself he was dreaming. He had to have been. I mean, it was the only feasible excuse.
When Jacklin saw the demonic soul of Jeska DuValle, a sudden chaotic storm arose. But this wasn’t the usual storm-this was the unforgettable storm of a lifetime! People would pay millions just to see this in person. But not the way DuValle set it up. She set it up as a glorifying death trap. Everyone was doomed…
“What do you want from me?” Jacklin Thomas screamed. “You shall rise with me. You are the chosen one.” Jeska explained. “Chosen one!?”Jacklin did not understand. “Yes, chosen one. You see, all my life… All I’ve ever wanted… Was a husband; someone to love; someone to care for me and always have my back; someone I can come home to and cook for. But most of all, someone who I can make amazing, spectacular love to. I am very good with pleasing a man. I can do amazing things. Utterly amazing things.” Jeska explained – pretty much begging at his feet. Well, as any typical guy, K
Jacklin felt honored that he was chosen to be her husband. Though he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to or not. “Listen, I’d love to be your husband under great circumstances, but I’m afraid this isn’t considered a great circumstance. You see?” Jacklin pleaded. “So you’re on the fence about it?” Jeska glared. “Well, uh, yes,” Jacklin said. “You liar! You’re not on the fence about anything… Yet.” Jacklin gave a puzzled look on his face. “… Yet?…” He said, scared for his life. “Yes… But now you are!” As she impaled a fence pole in his head, then beat him, simultaneously, to death. After a few minutes of laughter and power-induced euphoria, up rose another soul – Jacklin Rae Thomas. She had finally had a significant other. But it wasn’t as Jacklin expected… Jeska was actually quite wife like. Her behaviours left Jacklin stunned. So they reigned together as Mr. And Mrs. Jacklin Rae Thomas.
AND RANZEE MAKES THREEAfter a few years of marriage brought a daughter into this world, Ranzee Elle Thomas. They raised her to be a soul-haunting, flesh-eating, monstrous, devious child. But for some reason, which they couldn’t figure out why, Ranzee wasn’t as immortal as they hoped. And even worse-she actually has a beating heart filled with love, joy, and laughter. Being only 3 years old, they decided better now than never, teach the kid or ditch the kid. Ranzee turned out to be the child of their dreams… Or should I say nightmares…
They hired a nanny named Kinsley. Kinsley did not know about this family at all. Every secret and every demonic promise was on pause. They had a plan to demolish this nanny. They just wanted to toy with her a little while. A little fun never hurt, well, actually…
…One hellish night, The family went out, seeking for flesh and blood. They had decided to keep Ranzee alone with Kinsley. After all, maybe this’ll run Kinsley off, or so they hoped. But not quite – actually, Kinsley seemed to rub off on Ranzee, making her vulnerable. For once.
Kinsley fed Ranzee, held her, cuddled her, even sang her lullabies. And when she went to put her to bed, Kinsley told Ranzee a story and wished her good dreams and a good night.
When Jacklin and Jeska got back, they were stunned. And not the good kind of stunned either. Kinsley was making Ranzee a quilt.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Yelled Jeska. “Oh, well I’m simply making a quilt for your loving daughter. Do you mind?” Asked Kinsley, with a huge smile on her face. “Yes, actually I do! Now wipe that smirk off your face and get the hell out of here!” Jeska yelled infuriated. As Kinsley was getting ready to leave, “Wait-” Jacklin yelled to Kinsley. “Jess. Honey. A word?” “Um, sure?” Jacklin led Jeska to the living room and whispered,“I have a genius idea. This idea could be golden!”Then Jess whispered back,“what is it?” “This may sound crazy, but I say how’s about we turn this maid into a sade?” “The hell is a sade?” “Just a short word for sadist.”Jeska smirked. It was genius indeed. The plan was to keep Kinsley and let her nanny, but slowly get inside her head and torture her mind until she turns psychotic. Brilliant!
A month goes by and the Thomas family has completely fucked up Kinsley, to the point she may even be more monstrous than them!
Soon enough, Jeska goes into Kinsley’s room and doesn’t find her in there. She searched the entire house and Kinsley was nowhere to be found.
Then, randomly, Jeska finds Kinsley on the roof; playing God with a ouija board. “Ihavetaught you well, haven’t I?” Jess told Kinsley. Then Kinsley just looked at her and started yelling Latin. “Stop that! Stop it!” Jeska yelled. “Et factus est mihi faciam.” “What!?” Jeska yelled. “Et factus est mihi faciam! Et factus est mihi faciam! Et factus est-“That’s enough!” Jeska yelled. She went downstairs to look it up. It was, in Latin, “You made me do it.”
Jeska gasped. She realized that what she had done had gone awry. It backfired on her. She knew she and her family had to get out, now.
Jeska and Jacklin had gotten their necessities, then got Ranzee and started to head out. “But I want to stay, mommy. I want to stay with nanny Kinsley.” It was very peculiar that Ranzee herself was so attached to Kinsley. “Fine. Stay with Kinsley. See where that gets you.We,as inyour dad and I,are getting out now! Suddenly, the doors slam shut and windows seal up. ” You’re not going anywhere!” Yelled a demonic male sounding voice. Then, Kinsley floated down from the top balcony of the stairwell. “Oh. My. God.” Jess said. Jeska and Jacklin were both spooked and speechless. “I’m keeping your daughter. And I’m keepingyou!” Laughed Kinsley. The laughter got louder and louder, until…
Kinsley dropped to the ground and suddenly there was nothing left of her. About 5 minutes later, the ground splits like an earthquake; separating Ranzee and her parents. “Ranzee!” Yelled Jeska. “Hold on, Ranzee. We’ve got you! don’t worry!” Yelled Jacklin. “What are you talking about? Mom? Dad? Youbothsaid you were going to leave this house without me, correct?” Ranzee asked. Then Jeska said, “Yes, but-” Then Ranzee interrupted. “You have no say anymore… You’re not my fucking parents! You’re both garbage. Garbage… Garbage… Garbage…” Then her chanting turned into laughter. “Garbage… Garbage… Garbage. Garbage!” Ranzee finally stopped the chanting and laughter. But after that she stood still. Like frozen water. “Ranzee? Ranzee! Ranzee, please talk to us. Please say something!” Jacklin yelled. Then, the ground started to quake even bigger. All of a sudden, there was nothing left if the ground but where Ranzee, Jacklin, and Jeska were standing.
Then, all of the lights in the house busted and picture frames started to fall. But what Jeska and Jacklin only really noticed one specific thing – a cross that slowly, clockwise, turned upside down. Right after that pops in Tilda, Kinsley, and all of their demonic minions, dancing in the air and humming. “Tilda!” Jeska yelled. “Oh my God, you’reback?I thought I got rid of you for good!” Cried Jeska. “No, my child. You canneverget rid ofme!” Tilda said.“Please, can you show no mercy?” Jeska dropped to the ground and pleaded on her knees. She then started to pray. “You think prayer is going to help you child?” Tilda laughed. “God’s not here to help you anymore!” Suddenly, a thunder cloud appeared inside the house on the ceiling. “Tilda! Mommy!” Ranzee yelled. “Yes, child. Mommy’s here.” Tilda shushed Ranzee and held her. “You are not her mother!” Yelled Jeska. “Oh, but I am. I’m all she has. Me and your nanny. Remember, you were the one who said that you were leaving without her!” Tilda said. “You’re right,” Jeska sighed. “She’s all yours. After all, who amIto be a mother. I’m not mother! Besides, there’s nothing I can do now. Satan’s got her now.” Said Jeska. “You’re giving up, huh?” Tilda laughed, “Boy, this is easier than I thought it was going to be!” “No!” Yelled Jacklin. “Jess, don’t give up! You’re not a shitty mom. I promise. And this isn’t Ranzee. TherealRanzee loves you very much. And I know you love her too. What you told her was a shitty thing to say. But you are not a shitty mom! Now help me fight! Please! She’s all we have!” Jacklin told Jeska. “Okay. I’ll try,” Jeska told Jacklin, in a non convincing way. “No, there’s notry.There’s only awill.Now are you with me or not?” “I can’t fight. I won’t. It’s not worth it. If we fight, Jack, we will die!” Jeska told Jacklin. “Okay, Jess. Since you’re too selfish to fight for our own daughter then I want a divorce,” Said Jacklin, infuriated with Jeska. “Fine. Consider it done. Once we get out of this shithole, I’ll file. And I’ll also let you get full custody of Ranzee. I just want out of here!” Jeska yelled.
Tilda was strong though. And so were demonic minions.
“Kinsley…” Tilda said. “Yes, ma’am?” Kinsley asked. “Kill them.” Tilda ordered. “Yes, ma’am.”
Kinsley grabbed an ax from the emergency box and started cutting up Jacklin. “You’re next.” As Kinsley pointed at Jeska. “No, please. No!” Jeska yelled. “But, darling. I thought you wanted to be a good mother and wife? You’re not though. Because if you were, you’d allow your own slaughter.” Kinsley said, as she chopped Jeska into pieces; limb, by limb, by limb. Next, it was Ranzee’s turn. Kinsley made her way toward Ranzee. But Tilda objected. “No, not the child. The child is innocent; the child belongs to us now,” Tilda told Kinsley. “But I thought you wanted me to-” “Enough, my love. Enough. Take the child and let’s get outta here! To the Needham Mansion we go!” Tilda exclaimed. “Wait, what’s the Needham Mansion?” Kinsley asked. Tilda got down to Kinsley’s level; looked her in the eye, smiled and said, “your new home.”
DEADLY DAMSEL
Years later, Ranzee is now 16 years old. She has yet to be possessed, but that’s just the way Tilda likes it. She lives at the Needham Mansion, with no one else but demonic creatures, such as Tilda, Kinsley, and the rest.
Ranzee has a great life at the mansion. Tilda has become her new mom and has raised her well. Because of Tilda, Ranzee now is a masochistic human being, who kills and then lets Tilda evacuate their souls. But not everyone is special enough to become a deadly creature. No. Just the people who areworthy.People who have what it takes. Or more so the people who have done right in the world – those are the people who belong. Other souls just get spit on and dragged down to hell. They don’t deserve Heaven, nor do they deserve to haunt Earth. So they just get condemned to hell and suffer eternally.
When Ranzee went out to search for flesh and souls, she would go out everywhere searching, until she found the perfect pound of flesh, bone, and blood. And when she took the body, or bodies home, she ate them. Yes, she killed them and ate them. Tilda taught her that, as well, though Tilda never had a thought in the world for herself to practice cannibalism. But Ranzee became almost ravenous for human flesh if she didn’t have her fix within five hours. So Tilda made sure she didn’t starve to death. She helped her out in any way she could; including trapping innocent beings inside her closet of nightmares. The closet of nightmares contained ten dead bodies at a time. Once those ten dead bodies were finished being eaten, Tilda would go and hunt for more and stick them in the closet. Tilda called it her closet of nightmares, Ranzee called it her feast cellar. Either way, the bodies were eaten, one by one.
Ranzee walked around the neighborhood with a cardboard sign, reading “Lost, Please Help.” Sure enough, a young couple came up and asked her, “Do you need a ride somewhere, sweetie? Or anything to eat?” The woman asked. “Actually, if you could take me home? It’s getting dark and I don’t want to be out here alone,” Ranzee said. “Do you want me to call your parents? Your guardian?” The man asked. “I’m actually emancipated. I live on my own in my very own mansion. It’s beautiful, really. It’s just so nice to be by myself.” Ranzee said. “Okay. We will take you home,” The woman smiled. On the way there, Ranzee asked the couple, “Will you be my parents? Um, I mean, it’s been a long time and my parents were never there for me.” Ranzee cried, falsely of course. “Oh, honey. Of course we will. We were actually looking for a child. See, we can’t have children. So it’d be an honor. My name is Alani Miller. And this is my husband, Jerry Miller,” Alani said. “We’d be happy to be your new parents,” Jerry said. “Aren’t you guys forgetting something? You forgot to ask memyname.” Said Ranzee. “Oh right. Sorry we got a little ahead of ourselves! What is it?” Alani laughed. “Ranzee. My name is Ranzee Wilkinson. And we’re here! This is it. This is my home!” Ranzee exclaimed. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Said Alani. “Wow, Ranzee. Youlive here?” Asked Jerry. “Um, correction,welive here!” Exclaimed Ranzee. “Oh, right, almost forgot,” Jerry laughed. On the way inside, all her newfound parents could do was look around, stunned. But oh, we’re they in for a treat. Literally.
Later that night, Ranzee had showed Alani and Jerry their bedroom. As they drifted off to sleep, Ranzee was plotting how to kill them. She was starving and couldn’t wait any longer. So she just went ahead with it.
Ranzee wakes Alani up in a dead sleep, with a sawed off shotgun, holding it to Alani’s head. Little did Ranzee know that Alani knew much about self defense, and so did Jerry. So she took the gun out of Ranzee’s arms and gave in three shots to her head. The shots woke Jerry up. “What the fuck, Alani?! Why did you kill our only fucking daughter?!” Jerry exclaimed. “She tried to kill me!” Yelled Alani. “And that makes it okay? She was 16!” Jerry yelled. Right after that…
“Correction-is 16!”Ranzee’s voice came out if nowhere. “Ranzee?” Alani asked. “That’s right! It’s me, Ranzee. And boy didyoumake the biggest mistake of your sad, pathetic, soon-to-be no longer existent life.” Ranzee said. “Wait, what? Is this for real?” Alani asked. “Damn straight. Now… I’ma haunt your asses!”
Before Alani or Jerry could say anything, Ranzee took a machete to both of them at the same time and yelled, “double death! Twenty points for me!” “Not fair, Ranzee! You’re a newbie and I’ve never made a double kill. So jealous.” Tilda laughed. Ranzee ate their brains out like a fresh zombie. She enjoyed every bite too. After she slipped their guts into her mouth like noodle, she chomped in their hearts and the rest of their organs. Then she drank their blood and chewed on every last bit of their flesh, all the way to their final bones. After that, she put them into the Closet Of Nightmares.
CLOSET OF NIGHTMARES
In the closet of nightmares, lies ten dead bodies, all cut up and covered in maggots. These bodies were a bloody mess. There were teeth marks and handprints all over the bodies, along with cuts, bruises, contusions, and slice marks. One dead body had it’s skull crushed in and legs bent over it’s shoulders like a contortionist. Another body had it’s teeth yanked out, one by one, and nails ripped out. In short, that poor bastard suffered to death. These bodies were literally rotted to the point where even birds didn’t want them anymore. Though there were many crow nests lying inside the Needham Mansion. They were spread out. And they were Tilda’s pets. She loved and cared for them. She fed them live flesh almost like clockwork everyday.
If Tilda knew one thing for certain, it was that her demons fed off her. Meaningshewas the alpha. She had power over everyone and everything in Newsborough; hence why she never left. She was too afraid of someone cramping her style. She loved where she was and she loved her minions. She wasn’t going anywhere. End of story.
Being a mannequin for so long, Tilda almost forgot how to rule. She even grew weaker upon the days while inside the mannequin. But Ranzee definitely helped. She knew if Ranzee could feed her evil then anyone else could for sure. Yes it doesn’t sound right for a child to be taken advantage of like that, but who’s to care?
But there comes a day where spirits become weak. With nothing to feed on they’re almost powerless. That day came. Nobody went inside the Needham Mansion for about 3 years. And no evil decided to follow anyone outside of the mansion. So, whilst Ranzee was still alive and going strong, Tilda wasn’t so much. So she decided to flee the city and move to Stella Isle – an island in which souls ran frantic.
“Ranzee, my dear. Please listen to mommy. I am moving to Stella Isle and I’m not looking back.” Ranzee dropped her smile and cried, “but mom. I’m only 19. I can’t do this on my own. Please let me come with you.” “Not going to happen, dear. I’m sorry,” Said Tilda. In that moment she broke free from the Needham Mansion, and Ranzee was all alone… Until…
Five teenagers; Andrew Hardwall, Nevaeh Samora, Winter Oakes, Isabella Morelli, and Penn Haldol, heard that the mansion was haunted, so there they went. They were obviously looking for trouble. Obviously.
“Hey, is this it? ItsaysNeedham on the mailbox. Maybe this place reallyishaunted. I mean that Needham dude has been dead a long time!” Exclaimed Nevaeh, a little spooked. “Yeah, guys. I don’t think this is a good idea,” Isabella said. “Relax, babe,” Said Andrew, “it’s obviously not haunted. Nevaeh is just trying to scare you.” “Well I, for one, am not scared!” Exclaimed Winter, courageously. “Really, Winter? Is that so? Hmm, then why don’t you enter first?” Asked Penn, not believing Winter. “Fine. I will!” Winter said with confidence. Suddenly, after Winter turned around to open the door, Penn yelled, “Boo!” Winter let out a loud gasping noise and jumped about 3 feet in the air literally. “Oh my God, Penn. You’re such an ass,” Said Nevaeh. “Hmm, but I’myourass, babe. Okay, wait that totally sounded wrong.” “How did we get so lucky, Nevaeh?” Isabella asked sarcastically. “No shit,” Said Nevaeh, “We really picked ’em, didn’t we?” “Okay, guys stop screwing around. It’s time to get down to business. Like for real. This is happening, guys! It’s really fucking happening!” Winter yelled excitedly. “Okay, on three,” Andrew said. “One… Two… Three!” They broke down the door which seemed easier than it looked. Probably just because it’s so old.
The kids looked around. “I love this place. It’s so aesthetic,” Said Nevaeh. “Yeah, I agree,” Said Isabella. “Hey, why don’t we stay the weekend?” Andrew asked them. “Hell yeah!” They all agreed. “I call this room!” Winter yelled as she ran to claim her spotted room. “See, Bella? It’s not scary at all.” Andrew said. “I guess you’re right Andrew. Man, isn’t this the life?” Isabella said as she slumped in the same chair Tilda’s father sat in. “Hey guys! Party hasn’t started yet! I’ve come bearing a party favor!” Penn yelled. “Penn, don’t. Don’t even try because I’ll press charges for rape!” Nevaeh yelled. “What? No! It’s not condoms! Damn, I thought you trusted me Nevaeh?” Penn asked. “Well I do, I just-just forget it, what do you have in there, Pennpal?” Nevaeh said. “Behold!” Penn pulled out a ouija board from his backpack. “Ah sothat’swhy you needed that backpack,” Winter laughed. “Winter! This isn’t funny. Penn put it back, we arenotplaying with that. Not even over my dead body; which, by the way, will be dead if we play!” Nevaeh yelled, freaking out.
“Okay, little girl. Go home and play with your dolls. This is big kid stuff. You wouldn’t understand,” Said Andrew. “Well I’d rather play with dolls than to see your ugly ass face one more time,” Nevaeh said, unenthusiastically. “Look at it! Look at it! Look!” Andrew taunted, pretty much face raping Nevaeh. “Okay, Andrew? If you’re done?” Penn asked, irritated. “Penn, this little baby child needs to go home to her daddy. She does not belong here. Or with you!” Andrew yelled. “That’s it, man. That’s where I draw the line. I’m done with you, dude. Fucking done!” Penn yelled back at Andrew. “Yeah, sounds about right to me,” Isabella said, looking Andrew in the eye. “Wait, come on, babe! Please? I’m sorry.” Andrew said. “Sorry is an action word,” Isabella said, slamming the door on Andrew and leaving him out alone in the dark.
Suddenly, Andrew heard something. As it got closer, it started to become more clear. It was laughter. But who’s? Everybody else was inside. Perhaps he was hearing things?
Oh, no. He sure as hell wasn’t. The demonic laughter came from Evelia Divinity. Yes, Evie was back, along with Ranzee and Kinsley – the three darkest demons currently residing at the Needham Mansion. And this time, Divinity was here to stay.
Once he saw Evelia’s eyes, he immediately went into shock.
Andrew woke up in the closet. It was dark and he couldn’t remember how he got there. But he did feel an awful presence in the closet with him. He felt around for a light and ended up picking up a human arm. He didn’t know until he had felt the palms. He then realized he was laying in a closet full of cadavers. “Oh my God! Help! Help! Somebody help! Please!” But no one could hear him. Then he realized, “Oh shit. Isabella! Baby? Where are you? Can you hear me? Bella!” But Isabella could not hear him. They were downstairs playing with the board. Suddenly, he sees a band of demons. He had to rub his eyes and take a second glance. At this point, he had literally shit his pants. Then, the closet door opened and a light turned on in the bedroom. When he got out, he saw all of the corpses covered in blood, maggots, and bile vomit. He raced to the door as fast as he could, but he wasn’t quick enough. Evelia had locked the door and sealed the windows.
“How do you want to go, my child?… Machete?…Ax?… Knife?..Chainsaw?” Everytime Evelia would speak, her laughter got louder and even more evil. “Or how about I just smash your face in?” Evelia then started screaming in Latin. “Et factus est mihi faciam! This is for Nevaeh!” Suddenly, all the demons danced upon the ceiling, causing a black cloud. Then the entire room turned into darkness. Imagine hell, but worse. Ranzee came in a shiny spotlight and said, “Wait, Evie. Wait! Spare him, please!” “What was that, my child? Are you kidding me?” Evelia asked. “Yes!” Ranzee laughed as she beat the shit out of him with a crowbar, then got a switchblade knife and sliced his body. Then to finish him off, she took the crowbar and impaled him in the stomach. “He’s all yours, Evie. I just wanted my share.”
Meanwhile, back to the others…
“Penn, I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Said Nevaeh. “Yes, but you love me so you have no other choice,” Penn said. “Unfortunately,” Nevaeh dead panned. “Okay, who cares? Let’s just get the ball rolling, yeah?” Winter rushed. “Okay, uh, Bella. You first!” Penn declared. “Cant,” Bella said. “What, so you’re gonna be miss chicken shit again?” Penn asked. “No, I mean I can’t. I can’t help but feel sorry for Andrew. I mean he hasn’t even tried knocking on the door or anything. What if he’s hurt?” Isabella said with tears falling down to her cheek. “There’s nobody out there, Bella. Now let’s do this.” Penn said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “I’m not sure if I can; not without Andrew.” Isabella cried. “Look, Bella. He probably just went for a walk. Or even took Winter’s car for a drive to clear his head, okay?” Penn assured Bella. “He better not have taken my car!” Winter yelled. “Do you know how expensive a 7 series BMW is? If he wrecks that car…” “He won’t, Winter. Can we just play now?” Penn begged. “Okay, I’ll go first,” Insisted Nevaeh. “Ooh that’s my girl!” Yelled Penn.
So they did the ouija introduction and, of course, Nevaeh just had to ask the dumbest, most cliché question in the world. “Is there a spirit among us?”
Yeah, she’s going to wish she had never said that.
CALLING ALL SPIRITS
“Is there a spirit among us?” Nevaeh asked carelessly.
Their fingers on the spirit eye moved slowly onto ‘yes’. “Dammit, Penn. Stop!” Nevaeh yelled. “Babe, I’m not doing anything, I promise.” “Then Isabella is. Or Winter? Guys, come on!” Yelled Nevaeh. “Dude, we’re not doing it, are we Bella? Unlessyou’redoing it.” “No,” Said Bella, “I’m not.” “Okay, guys this is freaking me out. I’ve had enough!” Said Nevaeh, freaking out once again. “Babe. Relax. Besides, the fun has just begun,” Penn said to Nevaeh, casually rubbing against her shoulder. “Fun!? Fun!? Penn, there is seriously something wrong with you! This isn’t fun! If there really is a demon here and I’m sure there is, we just pissed it off!” Yelled Nevaeh, infuriated with Penn. “Come on, Nevaeh. It’s just good, clean fun. All this demon shit is just hocus pocus.” Assured Winter. “Okay, you guys go have your ‘fun’. I’m getting out of here!” Yelled Nevaeh. As she headed for the door and opened it, she was thrown back and landed on her back. The door slammed shut. “See, you guys? Are you happy now!?” Nevaeh screamed. The others went to comfort her but they got pushed back from her. It was like a strong wind; strongest wind in history.
The lights started to flicker on and off and you could hear a screech, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. There read a writing on the wall, saying, “Here Lies…” The kids were to scared to try and figure out what that meant.
“I still have my cellphone on me. I’ll call someone,” Said Nevaeh, pulling out her phone. First, she tried her dad. It rang about three times, then he answered. “Dad!” Nevaeh cried, “help! Please!” “Nevaeh? Nevaeh! Where are you?!” Her dad yelled. “I’m sorry, daddy. I disobeyed you and mom. But I need your help!” Then an evil voice chimed in. Nevaeh knew it wasn’t her father. “…how dare you disobey us. Now you’re going to pay for it…” “Dad? Dad! Answer, please.” The phone then hung up. “Shit,” Said Nevaeh as she hit the wall repeatedly, “shit, shit shit!!!”
“What the hell are we gonna do now, Nevaeh?” Winter asked. “Yeah, babe. What’s your nextbrilliant plan? Penn asked sarcastically. ” Look, it’s not my fault that-” “Silence!” A noise cut Nevaeh off; leaving all of the kids scared and shooken up. “I’m not the only one who heard that right? I… I’m not hearing things, right?” Isabella asked, her voice trembling. “Guys, come on. It’s a prank. It’s probably Andrew… Andrew! Come on, dude. You’re scaring the girls! Enough!” Penn yelled. “It was a woman, Penn. It couldn’t have been Andrew. By the way, where is he?” Nevaeh asked, in a quiet voice. “Knowing him, he probably found a way out and didn’t fucking tell us!” Penn yelled. “Babe, if we don’t make it alive, just know that I love you, and always will,” Promised Nevaeh. “Listen, we’re going to get out of here. Weallare. Just… Be patient and find a way out. And once we do, we will tell each other. So, I hate to say this, but we have to split up in order to find a way out.” “Are you insane, Penn? Like for real, there is something seriously wrong with you! Split up!?” Yelled Nevaeh, now infuriated with Penn. “I’m sorry, but don’t you guys want to make it out… Alive!? This is the only way.” Penn said. “Fine. We’ll do it your way. God.” Said Nevaeh. “So Penn made a plan of who goes where. Naturally, he put Nevaeh upstairs… In the upstairs bathroom… Where Tilda was murdered.
Nevaeh tried windows, but she couldn’t even break them. Suddenly, she heard water dripping from the bathtub faucet, behind the curtain. She found a tub full of blood and a doll floating in the blood. She screamed and tried as fast as she could to run down and get Penn. But the door locked. Then rose Tilda…
” Hello, child. Am I not your worst nightmare come true?” Tilda laughed, in a most teeth grinding, screeching, nails on a chalkboard kind of way. This girl wasnotgoing to make it out alive. “Who… Who… Who…?” Nevaeh kept stuttering. “Who am I? Ha! That’s foryouto find out.” Tilda said. “But it can’t be.Youcan’t be… A… Demon. You’re not real! Go away!” Yelled Nevaeh. Tilda just kept laughing. “You’re not real, go away! You’re not real! Go away! You’re not fucking real!” Then Tilda chanted “Slaughter your daughter, slaughter your daughter, slaughter your daughter.”As Tilda chanted on, Nevaeh screamed out her chant as well. She refused to believe that this was real.
Tilda knocked Nevaeh out with a brick, then put her in the closet of nightmares…
Nevaeh woke up about 2 hours later. “Huh? Where am I?” She asked herself. She felt around for her phone to use as a flashlight. But all she could feel was something cold and bony. When she finally realized that she was laying on actual dead bodies, she screamed, panicked, and tried to get up. But with all of the bodies surrounding her, it was almost impossible. The closet doors suddenly open and Nevaeh thinks she’s free and tries to get out. But Tilda stops her. “Please. Please just let me go. I’ve never done anything bad. I just want to go home.” Nevaeh quietly told Tilda, in a slight-mannered way. “No such luck.” Then Tilda locked the doors back up.
Meanwhile, as Winter was in the kitchen looking for a way out, kitchen knives started to throw around all over; Winter was suddenly stabbed in both her hands, feet and body. She was stuck to the wall, still alive, but suffering. “Hello, Jesus freak. Nice to see you’ve done my job. Now may you die for my sins!” Tilda disappeared, leaving Winter left for dead.
Penn went down to the basement and saw a window. He tried to open it and it opened. “I think I found my way out,” Penn thought to himself, “I’ve got to go tell the girls!”
As Penn headed for the stairs, the door slammed shut, leaving darkness surrounding. He couldn’t see anything. The entire basement was pitch black. Then, he heard a loud and evil laugh. It was obviously Tilda. “Who’s there?” Tilda laughed louder. “Who’s there? I will fucking kill you if you come any closer!” Penn warned the noise. “With what?” Tilda laughed and suddenly appeared. Penn’s jaw dropped 15 feet down. “This can’t be happening. It just can’t.” Penn said to himself. “Oh, but it is, my dear. And your days are over. Now prepare for doom!” Tilda yelled. “What did I do wrong?” Penn asked. “Hmm, let’s see… You played God inmyhouse! All of you did! And now you’re all going to suffer!” Tilda yelled. “If you hurt my girlfriend, I swear to God…” “Ooh, I wouldn’t use God’s name in vain if I were you. You’d better be careful of what you say. Better yet, now should be the time you repent. Unless you want to stay locked up in this house with me!” Tilda said. “What are you talking about? This isn’t hell.” Said Penn. Tilda sighed. “You see, you’d think that my soul would have been laid to rest. But unfortunately, I spend my eternity in this mansion. It’s not fair. I didn’t nothing wrong. I was murdered, you see. But before my death I was an easygoing, good, and happy person. So, yes, I envy you. I envy every living soul whom walks into this house. Why? Simply because I never had the chance at a normal eternity. Which is why I seek vengeance on every being who comes here. Don’t you get it? Ifyoudie then you’re most likely going to have a beautiful and everlasting life. I don’t deserve this. Hell would even be a better place for me. Instead, I’m a sour, mean, and heartless demon who haunts people and kills them.”
“Wow,” Penn said, almost crying. I am so sorry this happened to you. Maybe in another life, we can be friends?”
“You idiot; thereisno other life for me. This is it! And I won’t ever be friends with someone who played with my spirit friends on a fucking game board, which is, by the way,nota game! You and your friends have awoken us and that’s your own Goddamn fault! Now you’re going to get what you deserve – pain and suffering… Oh wait, did I saysuffering? I meant suffocation!” Tilda laughed. “Wait, what? Suffocation?” Penn said, more scared now than ever.
Tilda but a bag on his head; suffocating him. When he was out completely, she chopped his head off.
Isabella was in the guest room. She had found a hatchet covered in blood. Scared for her life, she tried running out to tell the others what she had found and warn them. But of course, the door slammed shut right whenever she was leaving. Needless to say she ran into the door. Up rises Tilda.
“Hello, pretty.” Tilda said in a very horrific voice. “Oh my God. Nevaeh! Penn! Win-” Before Isabella could finish, Tilda shut her mouth, then zipped it shut. No longer could Isabella open her mouth. At all. She didn’t know what Tilda was capable of; or if her friends we’re all dead. “You, pretty, are coming with me!” Tilda dragged Isabella into the bathroom, then threw her inside her bloodbath. “What’re you going to do to me?” Isabella asked. “I’m going to drown your sorrows. After all, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Tilda said. “Look, I wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. I didn’t want to come. My friends made me, okay? So please don’t hurt me. Please let me go. I’ll find my friends and we will be out of here, I promise.” Isabella pleaded. “Oh, and that’s foryouto decide? Not on my watch!” Tilda yelled as she pushed her down and started to drown Isabella. But suddenly, Isabella was pulled back up. “Leave her alone, I say!” “Eden??”
STATE OF GRACE
Isabella was saved by a close friend named Eden Grace. Eden had passed two years ago. Somehow she ended up a spirit in the Needham Mansion; the only good spirit in there. The only reason that Eden was put in the Needham Mansion was because Tilda had killed her. She went inside and never came back out, leaving her a missing person for two years. Everybody thought she was dead, but weren’t sure. But now Isabella can prove she had died. “Isabella? Why are you here? You know that if you die here, you can never leave. Your soul will be forever haunted. ” Eden, I’m so glad you’re here. I had no idea that you died. Everyone had stopped looking for you, but I never gave up. I missed you so much. And I didn’t know this. I didn’t know I’d actually die. If I knew that I wouldn’t have let everyone talk me into it,” Said Isabella. “Okay, Tilda. What did you do to the rest?” Eden asked. “I killed them!” Tilda yelled. “Allof them?” Eden asked. “Yes. Well, I left that one little girl in the closet of nightmares; leaving her to starve,” Said Tilda. “Thanks for letting me know.” Eden said. But you can’t have her! She’s mine. You can takethislittle shit if you need. But I need the other one.” Suddenly, Eden Grace put up her hand and flew Tilda into the bathroom cupboard and locked it. Who ever knew that someone was more powerful than Tilda herself? “Let’s go find her,” Eden told Isabella. “Who is it, Eden?” “I’m not sure. But we will see.” Opening up the closet doors, she finds Nevaeh, lying in filth. “Oh my God, Nevi!” “Eden…? What’re you doing here?” Nevaeh asked. “Nevi, I died in here. Two years ago.” “That’s why you were missing! I totally get it now.” Said Nevaeh. “Okay, well no time for chit chat, wehaveto go. I’m only so much stronger than Tilda. Within minutes she could fly out. Eden let Nevaeh and Isabella out of the house. ” Aren’t you coming, Edy?” Asked Nevaeh. “Can’t. I live here now. I’m dead, remember? But please do me a favor and never come back to the Needham Mansion. It’s far too dangerous!” Said Eden. “Of course not. I love you, Eden!” Said Nevaeh. “Love you!” Said Isabella. “I love y’all too.Goodbye.That was the spirit to end all spirits. The Needham mansion was taken over by Eden and all the evil spirits were trashed out of the mansion and damned to hell.”
Dedicated to Dr. Johnson, my psychiatrist, and Amanda, my counselor. You two keep me sane… for the most part.
Something has gone awry in Middleton, Wisconsin. It started out with missing children, then once the children were found things just got worse. Adults started being captured as well. And the children they found weren’t just murdered; it was awful, the victims were sliced and cut up. They finally found the murderer, but it was too late. Havoc had already been wreaked all over Middleton. The murderer was wearing a white and pink suit, along with a dreadful, bloody bunny mask. He was using a whip sword to murder all of his victims. Everybody in Middleton was all sure of one thing: Slicer wasn’t going to stop. When was he going to stop? At this point, Middleton was a fearful place, and a place where everybody feared for their lives.
In the town of Middleton…
“Delilah, dinner!” Jasey, Delilah’s mother, yelled from downstairs.
“Not now, mom, I’m reading!” Delilah yelled from her upstairs bedroom.
“Delilah Dresden, you get downstairs to this table this instant!”
“Jesus Christ,” Delilah whispered to herself as she slammed her book, The Final Girl Support Group.
“Delilah!” Jasey yelled once more.
“I’m coming!” Delilah smarted off.
Before Delilah could get to her bedroom door, a whisper came through the window. Delilah looked back and saw moving curtains. She tilted her head, squinted her eyes, then shrugged and continued. But, when Delilah turned back again, there he was. 6-ft tall, pink and white suit with a white tie and pink Mary-Jane Shoes with white female dress socks, a soft tan, slender body, and a creepy white bunny mask with green eyes, a fragile grin, and blood dripping from its mouth. Delilah looked down and saw he was carrying an Urumi sword. She opened her mouth to scream, but the bunny man had already grabbed her by the throat. Delilah was gasping for air as well as trying to scream, but he has such a strong grip on Delilah that she instead just slowly drifted out of consciousness.
“That’s it, young lady; I’m coming up there! But if I have to open this door, you’re grounded! You hear me?” Jasey hollered from the stairwell.
The bunny man lifted Delilah up by her throat as her legs dangled. He threw her up in the air as he slit her throat. She collapsed down to the floor, drenched in her own warm blood and fighting for her life. She tried calling out for her mom, as her mom kept yelling at her coming up the stairs, but Delilah couldn’t speak.
Bunny man left the room and left Delilah for dead.
“What is so important that— “
Jasey opened the door.
“Oh… oh, no… oh my God!” She screamed, holding her mouth and convulsing.
She picked Delilah up and held her, sitting down.
“My baby… my baby… my baby!” her voice trembled.
… And that was the first time that Slicer ever made himself fully known…
I
“So, Charlie, tell me how many guys you’ve slept with,” Sadie asked as Sadie and her three friends were sneaking a cigarette in the bathroom from Sadie’s parents.
Holly laughed.
“Sadie!” Charlie snapped.
“What? It’s a reasonable question,” Sadie said.
“I already told you.”
“Yes, but I was plastered last night,” Sadie chuckled. “Tell me again!”
“Well one doesn’t count because he was your dad.”
“Ha. Ha.” Sadie said sarcastically.
“In short, I’d say about nine.”
Holly gasped.
“Nine? Holy shit, you must have a Grand Canyon hole then!” Sadie and Holly laugh.
“Wow, fuck you, Sadie,” Charlie glared.
“I’m kidding, my love. You know I’m kidding,” Sadie smiled.
“What about you, miss perfect?” asked Charlie.
“Whoa, never said I was perfect.”
“Answer the question!”
“Two, maybe three.”
“Maybe?”
“Yeah, can’t remember.”
“Wow, I may be a whore, but at least I can remember!”
Holly laughed again.
“What the fuck is so hilarious, Holly? How many guys have you been with?” asked Charlie.
“Me?” Holly laughed. “I’m a virgin, thank you!”
“What? No way!” Sadie begged to differ.
“What? You don’t believe me?”
“No!” Sadie and Charlie laughed.
“Why?”
“The way you talk is not innocent, like, at all. You talk like you’re a professional prostitute. How could you be a virgin?” Charlie asked, dumbfounded.
While all were laughing, Jade, Sadie’s little sister, came into Sadie’s bathroom.
“Sis, just a head’s up, mom just pulled up, you might want to put that cigarette out,” said Jade.
“Thanks, Jade,” said Sadie.
“Yeah, thanks,” said Charlie.
“It’s all good.” Jade walked back to her room as the girls threw their butts in the toilet bowl.
“Sadie! Jade!” Heather, their mom, yells from downstairs.
“Shit, shit, spray yourself with this,” Sadie hands everyone her Juicy Couture ‘Viva La Juicy’ perfume.
“My breath!” Kalia smells her breath.
I have some water in my room. Drink up! Just gargle then swallow.
“Girls!” she yelled once more.
“Coming, mom!” Sadie gargles some water then swallows, smells herself and her hands, then all of the girls walk downstairs.
“Yes, mom?” Sadie asked.
“There’s been an accident. Charlie, Holly, Kalia… I think you girls need to go. I’ll have Argon take you home.”
“Yes, Mrs. Garrison.” The three girls went back upstairs to get ready to leave.
“Mom? What kind of accident?” Jade asked.
“Do you girls know Delilah? She went to your school.”
“Yes,” they both said, worried.
“Delilah was murdered last night. Her mom, Jasey, found her in her room on her floor, somebody had slit her throat.”
“Oh my God,” Sadie started tearing up.
“Did they see who did it!” asked Jade.
“Sadly, no. But now there’s a killer on the loose and who knows when and where he’ll strike next! We have to stick together. Sadie and Jade, no going to other peoples’ houses, or anywhere past eight at night. You understand me?”
“But mom, I— “Sadie tried.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yeah, I do. I can’t believe this is happening…” Jade’s voice started whispering.
“Yes, mom.”
“And what about you, Jade?”
“I know, Jade,” said Heather.
“I’m going up to my room,” said Sadie.
“Same,” said Jade.
“Okay, love you girls. Argon!” Heather yelled.
“Yes?” Argon came walking up to Heather, followed by Kalia, Holly, then Charlie.
“I need you to take these three home.”
“I know,” Argon’s voice drifted.
“Argon…”
“Yes?” Argon grunted.
“Be careful…,” said Heather.
“You got it. Come on, girls!”
Argon and the girls glided out the door, whilst Heather started cooking up dinner. Spaghetti. Sadie’s favorite.
“No, you are not!” Sadie’s eyes glistened as she walked into the kitchen from smelling the spaghetti.
“Yes; yes, I am.”
“Mom, I love you.” Sadie kissed Heather’s forehead leaving Heather with a shit grin.
“How was school?” Heather asked.
“Oh, you know… school,” Sadie stuck her tongue out in disgust.
“Wait. Just you wait until adulthood,” Heather chuckled.
“Kids are mean. Otherwise, I’d love school.”
“I get it. You know, your old mom was bullied all throughout high school.”
Sadie’s eyes suddenly pooled of hopelessness, “oh my God, mom.”
“My point is, Sadene, is that even though I hated school, it’s something you have to do. And hey, you’re getting into an amazing college, so don’t you even fret!” Heather tapped Sadie’s nose.
“I love you,” Sadie laughed.
“Hey, could you please do me a favor and toss me the oregano?” Heather said oregano like it was something fancy.
“Here.”
“Great, now go wash up, and tell your sister that dinner’s almost ready.”
“Jade!” Sadie’s loud voice dragged on for what felt like seven seconds.
“Now, Sadene, was that really necessary?” asked Heather.
“Yes, mom. It was…. It was.”
“Go wash up,” Heather flicked her wrist and chuckled.
As soon as Sadie got upstairs, Jade opened her bedroom door.
“Dude, I called your name!” exclaimed Sadie.
“Sorry, I was talking to Adam.”
“Oh God, you’re still with that puke?” Sadie gagged herself.
“He’s not a puke, and yes. I love him.”
Sadie gagged herself once more.
“Sadie! Stop!” Jade huffed and puffed.
“Wash up, it’s almost Dinnertime.”
“What’re we having?”
“Spaghetti,” Sadie grinned.
“Yuck.”
“You love it.”
“Sure, I do. I’ll be downstairs,” Jade glared.
Meanwhile…
Cathy’s Café was owned by a 62-year-old lady who had started her business back in the 70’s. The place was always tidied and in order and had great food. Like any café, Cathy Sutherland only made breakfast. She had many people who enjoyed coming in and out, but only two regulars: Jimmy Chesterfield and Robert Murdock. Robert’s wife, Caroline, would come often with him as well. But Robert was the only one of the two who came every day.
“More coffee, Jimmy?” asked Cathy.
“One more then I better get,” he said in a strong southern accent.
“More for me too, please,” said Robert, who was a native Arizonan, so his accent was sharp.
“Sure thing. You, Caroline?”
“No thank you,” Caroline smiled, “I’ve got some.”
“You guys stay safe tonight. Jimmy, if you’re going to walk home tonight like you sometimes do, please let me drive you instead. That man is still out there somewhere, and I couldn’t take another death; especially if it were you guys “
“Oh, no. I’m driving tonight. Thank you though.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome.”
The three customers were drinking their coffee and finishing up their dinner. It was almost ten at night and that’s when the café closed. Once Jimmy was finished, he paid Cathy, gave her a fifteen-dollar tip, then left to his car.
As Jimmy whistled down the sidewalk to his car, he heard a noise in the bushes. It sounded like somebody had been in there and moved the hedge around. Jimmy stopped, tilted his head, and when someone jumped out, Jimmy’s eyes widened like the Amazon River… it was none other than Slicer. Jimmy got a good look at Slicer; too much in shock to move. Slicer stood there for about five seconds to give Jimmy the scare of his life, then grappled his right arm with the full-force strike of his whip sword and sliced his arm. After that, he felt an adrenaline rush and kept going with anguish and animosity. Blood and guts spewed like vomit all over the sidewalk and all over Slicer, but he didn’t care, he loved it. Jimmy screamed a manly, yet high-pitched scream of agony and departure. He knew this was it. There was no point in trying to get away. After Slicer was finished, and Jimmy Chesterfield was dead, he entered Cathy’s Café.
He opened the glass door, then stood there as he usually does, waiting for a reaction from the bunch. They looked over with jaws about six-feet-wide, nothing to really say. Finally, Cathy spoke:
“I’m calling the police if you don’t skedaddle!”
He still stood there, petrified as wood.
“That’s it! I’m calling 911!”
Cathy reached for the white telephone hanging from the wall and before she knew it, she got whipped. The pain was excruciating; nothing but chains and razor blades hitting her flesh. It wasn’t until she saw her own blood rushing to the linoleum that she shrieked.
“Caroline! Robert! Fucking do something!”
The two were in such shock that they couldn’t move. Both shaking vigorously, like maracas.
“You guys are next-Aah! And it’s gonna… you’re gonna… oh my God! Please stop! Please!” he kept whipping her as she spoke.
“I’m sorry,” said Robert.
“No…” Cathy finally caught her breath. “But you’re gonna be.”
Slicer started to whip harder and faster, more force. He whipped and whipped until the screaming finally stopped and she had collapsed onto the floor, a heartbeat as nonexistent as Bigfoot.
“She’s… gone…” Robert sobbed, Caroline tearing up along with him.
Slicer stomped slowly towards Caroline and Robert. He lifted up the counter entrance way and grappled onto Robert.
“No!” Caroline’s voice shook.
Slicer, then, slid his whip chain across Caroline’s neck, slitting her throat, Caroline falling immediately and rapidly to the floor.
“Help! Somebody help!” Robert yelled.
Slicer whipped Robert like a jockey whipping his racehorse. You could hear that chains and razor blades slapping his back, excruciating and unimaginable pain.
When Robert became deceased, Slicer was on his merry way out the cafe’ door.
II
Middleton High School was frantic and careful about Slicer. They had made up a system where nobody is allowed to be alone. They went to the bathroom together and when the students used the stalls, another student had to watch the stalls, making sure Slicer wasn’t around. The students kept their cellphones handy, and the staff wanted the students to keep their phones on at all times, but still not allowing them to text in class. There was a spot, right behind the bleachers at the football field where Sadie, her boyfriend Derek, and Holly all stood to smoke. No, they were obviously not allowed to smoke on campus, but they did anyway, trying their best not to get caught.
“So Derek, who do you think the killer is?” asked Holly.
Derek kept making out with Sadie, ignoring Holly.
“Derek?!”
He kept going.
“Hello?!”
“What, damnit!” Derek was annoyed.
“Never mind. Jesus.”
“Well thanks for the interruption.”
Sadie cleared her throat.
“It’s all right, Derek. Let’s just finish our cigarettes and head to class. Class starts in ten anyway and we need to hurry up,” said Sadie.
Derek sighed. “Fine.”
“Bae, you almost done?” Sadie asked Holly.
Holly showed Sadie her almost-full cigarette.
“Same,” said Sadie. “We better hurry it up because we still need time to lotion and spray ourselves.”
“Okay.”
Holly finished up her cigarette and whilst Sadie and Derek stayed at the field, Holly traveled back to class. As she was walking down the hill, she noticed something quite peculiar: a man in a pink and white suit with bunny ears, carrying an Urumi sword. Holly screamed so hard that she felt lightheaded. She started to run, but was so lightheaded that she fainted. She woke up to being whipped rapidly and excruciatingly by Slicer. Her screams were covered by a piece of masking tape that Slicer wrapped around her mouth. Her breathing patterns were fluctuating from heavy to non-existent, her eyes kept rolling back, drifting in and out of consciousness, and the pain slowly started to fade as she was dying. The blades mixed in with the chain left multiple wounds onto Holly. Holly died a slow, painful death. Slicer left Holly where he was then headed East. Sadie and Derek were finally finished, and they quickly headed to class before the bell rang. But on their way there, they found Holly.
“Oh my God… oh my… oh my God!” exclaimed Sadie in a panicked tone. She rushed down to hold Holly, cradling her head in Sadie’s arms.
“Babe, we’ve gotta get to class!” yelled Derek.
“Not without Holly!” she cried.
“Holly is dead! We’ve gotta go. Now!”
“I’m not leaving her,” Sadie shook her head rapidly in tears.
“Fine. Stay here. Get in trouble. I got written up six times already. Principal Garrett says if I get written up one more time, my ass is grass.”
“Leave then! I’m staying!”
“Okay, I’m gonna go get help. All right?”
“Yeah. Please do,” she said.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t take long.”
“Promise.”
Derek went to go get help and came back with his history teacher, Mr. Blevins.
“Hey, what’s going—oh my God!” he looked down and saw Holly’s deceased body, cut up and bloody.
“I’m calling 911. Everything will be okay, Sadie. I know Holly was your friend.”
“Best friend,” Sadie corrected.
“Well, let me get them on the phone. I promise you that Holly will get justice. This man will be locked up for good.”
“Yeah, I hope they catch him,” Sadie sighed.
“They will. Okay?” Mr. Blevins crouched down to his knees and gave Sadie a hug. “You go ahead and go on home. In fact, all students can go home early today.”
Heather comes to pick Sadie and Jade home from school. She honked and the girls got into the car.
“Well, at least they got to let you go home early,” Heather said to Sadie.
“Oh, mom, I’m so scared,” said Sadie.
“I know, baby. We all are. Your dad is just freaking out. They’re going to catch this bastard; I can promise you that.”
“But… what if it’s too late?”
“As long as you’re safe in the house at all times, and nobody is alone, we’ve got this.”
“I love you, mom.” Sadie rested her head on Heather’s shoulder.
“I love you too.”
When Sadie got home, she got a surprised visit from a former friend, Ashley Cider.
“Sadie, I know you’re a part of this shit. You motherfucker!” yelled the girl.
“What’re you talking about? Why the hell would I be a part of this? It’s hell!” cried Sadie.
She laughed, “do me a favor and drop dead.”
Ashley walked home; she lived two houses down. About an hour later, Heather and the girls were watching the news. The headline read Slicer Strikes Again!
“Slicer had yet another brutal killing today. Ashley Cider, 17, was walking home to her house when, unfortunately, Slicer the masochistic rabbit struck again! Folks, I very much advise you to stay home with your families. Parents, please keep your children safe. Children, please keep your families safe. Have a great evening, Middleton.”
“Well, at least she died knowing it wasn’t me,” Sadie shrugged her shoulders.
“You think this is funny, do you?” asked Heather.
“No, mom. I don’t.”
“Hey, how about we play a board game? I know! Let’s play ‘Don’t Get Stabbed’!” smiled Jade, trying to take the family’s mind off the happenings.
“That’s kind of ironic actually,” Sadie laughed.
“Let’s do it!” Jade exclaimed.
“Sorry, girls. I’m just going to go to bed,” said Heather.
“Mom, it’s five o’clock!” exclaimed Sadie.
“Yeah, and it’s a make-it-yourself night. I love you girls. Stay together always, I cannot lose you. I’m going to keep my phone off silent mode and on me at all times. Call if you need me. Please, girls,” said Heather.
“You got it, mom!” said Sadie.
“Yeah, you got it,” said Jade.
“Goodnight, lovelies.”
“Goodnight, mom,” said both girls.
As Heather drifted slowly into her room, Sadie couldn’t help but wonder where Argon was, and if he was okay.
“Have you seen dad?” Sadie asked Jade.
“Na-uh. Kinda getting a little freaked.”
“Same,” Sadie said in relief. “I thought I was the only one.”
“No, trust me, you’re not.”
Around midnight, Slicer struck again. It was this elderly couple who lived on the hill, two miles away from Heather and Argon’s. The elderly couple were walking out of their car and into their house when suddenly, two bunny ears creeped beyond the bushes. He popped out and grappled the old lady’s neck with the whip sword, then as he sliced her throat and she fell quickly, he started whipping the old man, getting faster and faster with every heartbeat. The man’s existence soon deteriorated as well as the woman. Slicer left them there to rot, then pranced on.
The next morning, Sadie had awoken only to find out that according to the news that was going on the television when Sadie turned it on, Slicer had killed the elderly couple. Sadie, panicked, ran downstairs to tell Heather, but she already knew. Sadie noticed Heather on the sofa, distraught because she knew the nice elderly couple but she was also worried. She knew Slicer was getting closer and closer to her and her family. If only there was a way to move out of this shit town before they get slaughtered.
Crash! Suddenly the windows collapsed. There came Slicer flying through the window. Heather screamed then started to run, but Slicer grabbed ahold of her. Outside in the grass, Sadie and Jade heard their mom scream. They both looked at each other, then sprinted off outside. They tried to get to her but it was too late; Slicer had chopped Heathers head off with the blades of his Urumi sword. Heather’s head was like on the ground.
“You bastard! Yelled Sadie.
She tried to chop his head off by yanking the whip sword out of Slicer’s hand, but ended up only barely cutting the suit. But… this guy looked awfully familiar. Was it… couldn’t be…
So, it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? I’m doing fantastic! I’ve been in recovery for atypical anorexia nervosa and self-harm for sometime now; even getting chips every month! I’m working on audiobook number 5 now, so far I’ve published 7 books! If you want a free one-time-use code for any audiobook of mine, just ask. You know, it’s funny, and amazing to look back on the stories I wrote on here as an amateur just getting started. Wow. I was pretty bad back then. Lol. But now I’m getting so many sales and so many positive reviews. I even entered one of my screenplays in a contest today! And a year ago exactly, I made it to the semifinals in a poetry contest! Whoo!!! And did you hear I have music out now? It’s distributed on all streaming platforms! My voice is atrocious but I really just do it to promote my songwriting. Therefore, I am a performing songwriter, not a singer/songwriter. I’m also getting a new guitar! Her name is Vermillia and she’s a shecter! I was diagnosed with coronary artery disease last year, at 30 years old. I inherited it from my grandma. I have a stress test next week to see how bad my heart really is. Wish me luck! I’m going to try and get on here more often. I love you guys. All of you! ❤️
Hello, I am Songwriter Karianne Nicole Gabaldon, and I am here to teach you about songwriting and the proper way to do it. And yes, there is a right way to do it and songwriting takes strategy. It’s not just something you decide to do when you wake up one day. No. It takes time, experience, talent…
A little about me and my songwriting: I’ve been writing since I was 13 (18 years) and I am also an author. I won a state essay about a pop tart (obviously comical) . My lyrics and my books are my life. With my second published poetry book, I hit #2 on the bestseller list for Amazon in 2021. I also make music. It’s different, but a short amount of people enjoy it. I am so happy to be sharing this with you because I believe I have enough experience to teach you about it. Just call me your unofficial songwriting coach.
Here are the requirements you need to be a songwriter:
• Excellent spelling and grammar (I won two spelling bees in school).
• Talent (a HUGE one. Anybody could be a songwriter, but it takes natural talent to be a decent one. It’s almost impossible to gain talent by experience, it’s something you’re born with).
• Time and effort: If you want to be a true songwriter, or, make money from it, you have to be willing to take time away from friends, relationships, family, vacations, leisure, etc… if you don’t take time away for your songwriting, life will take that time for songwriting away completely.
• Be original: WRITE FROM YOUR HEART!!! Write from experience, past, trauma, or anything in your life you want to spill on your pages. Get creative; songwriting is all about creativity.
• Music ability: So we all know what songwriting is, and there’s a big difference between lyrics and poetry, believe it or not! Poetry is a bunch of words thrown around without involving music at all. Even if it’s from your heart, songwriting involves a certain tune in your head, or a tune made up later — you decide.
• Please, for the love of God, don’t make this about rhyming: A lot of people just worry about rhyming. Let me tell you that it will not be a decent song if you’re just rhyming. My songs do rhyme, but I don’t do it on purpose — it just happens to rhyme. Rhyme with the rhythm… rhyme with the rhythm.
• Have fun with it: Don’t make it a hard job, don’t make it a chore. Make it fun. Imagine it as leisure that pays YOU to be leisurely.
• And last but certainly not least: You pretty much have to be a writer in order to WRITE songs. You get it… right? If you have to, take a songwriting class.
If you have a songwriting gift then it’s 100% easier for you. You already have this in a bag, you little lyricist, you!
LYRIC EXAMPLE:
Even the stars couldn’t compare to your dazzling eyes
Your face gives me quite the surprise
Please don’t tell me your narcissistic lies
I wish you were like the other guys
See what’s wrong with this? No? I’ll tell you… This lyric is utter garbage. GARBAGE. As you can probably tell, I was only focused on rhyming. Nothing else. Also, this a poem, not a song. There is zero word flow. Please don’t be one of those egotistic people who think their songs are just wonderful and you’re better than other writers — especially if you have no experience. And don’t rush it. Keep a steady pace, slow and steady wins the race… see what I did there? *Wink*
See? You must write from experience. Forget rhyming! I only do it because it’s convenient. Please don’t focus on rhyming, only try to rhyme AFTER you’ve written your first line. In case you didn’t know, this is about my schizophrenia. I tend to write subtle lyrics. What’s YOUR writing style? And if you don’t know yet then that’s okay. If you need to know more, I advise you to take a songwriting class. Hey, this is free. Isn’t that cool? I’m glad you paid attention if you did, and I wish you the best of luck. I’m hoping to go to one of your concerts!
Jordan Tether, 28, started having sudden nightmares that were unimaginable; horrific. The scariest part, though, was the fact his nightmares were true. He had these nightmares the night before they actually happened in real life. You could call him psychic, but in a completely unfortunate way. His nightmares involved loved ones, and eventually his loved ones started dying because of the gruesome events that happened in his dreams. After he figured out why they were dying, and that they were the people in his nightmares, he started trying his best to control his nightmares. But once he started doing so, the demons fought back, and he, himself, started living his nightmares day by day. In other words, Jordan Tether was screwed. In this story, dreams are dead, and you wouldn’t want to achieve them.
Chapter One: Dream On, Jordan.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” my mother asked.
“Mom, you don’t understand, do you? People are dying because of me. If I sleep, they’re done. And you might be next. I love you. I can’t lose you,” I cried.
Basically, my nightmares kill people. Whatever I see in my nightmares, happen in real life that coming day. And the people in my nightmares, they die. If I don’t sleep, nobody dies. So, I keep up with my caffeine intake.
Oh… I’m telling this story way too wrong; if you’re interested in hearing my story, I should tell it from the beginning. Are you ready? Here we go…
Night One
I paced back and forth for three hours before my sister came home from the mental hospital. She attempted suicide by overdosing on Vicodin and Xanax. She scared the living shit out of my parents and I. When she finally arrived in my mother’s 2018 Mercedes Benz, I almost collapsed. I missed her so much. She’d been hospitalized for three months and I hadn’t seen her since before the suicide. Minutes before she took the pills, she called me, crying, saying she was going to kill herself. Mind you, she’s done this before. Many times. She constantly threatened to commit suicide but never tried. So, I told her to stop and that she’s crying wolf. I hung up the phone with no regrets, but now I have many. I should have gone over there. I should have at least talked some sense into her. I’m just glad I get another chance. Tabitha forgave me, but I still haven’t forgiven myself.
“Tabby! Oh my God, look at you! You look like you’re feeling so much better, mentally. You’ve got a smile like the sunshine!” I grinned as I gave her a tight squeeze.
“Yeah, bubba. I do feel so much better. Thank you for noticing.”
“I’ve missed you so much! So much! Come, come inside!” I exclaimed happily as I reached for her things and helped her carry them inside.
“Thank you so much, bubba. How’ve you been?” she smiled.
“No, sis. The real question is how have you been?” I asked.
“Better; way better. I’m hungry though, when’s dinner?” she asked.
“Hon, you know this; dinner is always at 5. It’s only 4:15,” my mother chimed in.
“But I’m so hungry,” Tabitha whined.
“Hmm, well, how about this? We’ll eat early tonight. I’m getting take out. It’s Tabitha’s pick. Where to, Tabby?” my mother asked Tabitha.
“Can we do Chick-Fil-A?” asked Tabitha.
“Yes, indeed. I’ll get on the phone and order, you two text me what you want,” my mom smiled.
“So, Tabby,” I added, “how was it in there?”
“Not what you’d expect from an institution at all! There were no straitjackets, no swinging doors, no over erratic patients, no straps on the beds, and absolutely no lobotomy sticks anywhere to be found! I’m not saying it was paradise, but it could have been a lot worse!”
“Brilliant!” I exclaimed.
“What have you been doing since I’ve been gone?” Tabitha asked.
“Well, I don’t have a girlfriend, if that’s what you mean.”
“You’re so stupid, brother. That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” Tabitha chuckled.
“Well, frankly, nothing much. Without you, it’s just been lonely.”
“I know the feeling.”
“Are you staying home for awhile? Or are you ready to go back to your place?” I asked.
“I’m ready to go back home, but I’ll stay the night here if you’d like. We can pester the shit out of mom like we used to do,” Tabitha winked.
“Cool. Yeah, I’d like that.”
“The bed bugs won’t get to you; I won’t let them. I promise, brother,” Tabitha grinned.
“Thanks, Tabs. Well, it’s off to dream land for me. I’m going to drift off to that better place in which is the best whatever hours of your life, yet you don’t even remember most of it. Peculiar how that works,” I shrug.
“Good grief! Just go to bed already!” Tabitha shouted.
“Alright, alright, goodnight, sis.”
“Goodnight, Jordan.”
I hugged Tabitha tightly with a vigorous effort, then walked into my bedroom down the hall and collapsed onto my bed.
“Sweet dreams,” I sigh to myself.
I awoke and suddenly fell into a whole different dimension; there were people crying in deep fear and agony, the walls were made up of magma, there were cracks in the floor, looking like a mini earthquake had just hit, glass shattered everywhere and naturally I was barefoot, the ceiling was where the people were — they were stuck to the ceiling, soaking in volcano lava. The lava had drizzled down slowly, every drip of where I was standing hit the top of my head, dead center, and I made a sour face everytime it hit me. It was excruciatingly hot. I walked to the corner of the room where I couldn’t be hit, and wondered, what’s going on? Am I awake? Am I dead? And right after that thought, popped my cousin Bailey. It was so good to see her.
“Bae? Is that you?” I asked.
“Yes, I’ve missed you.”
“Is this reality? Or a dream?”
“What do you think?” she laughed.
“Oh, so this is a nightmare,” I shook my head, “duh! It feels so real though.”
“That’s how night terrors are supposed to feel.”
All of a sudden, a man with red skin, black eyes, and blond, buzzed hair grabbed Bailey and snapped her body in half. Jordan awoke after that, in a sweat.
“Oh my God,” he said out of breath, “it was just a dream!”
He sat in his bed until the sun came up; he refused to go back to sleep.
The sun finally rose and Jordan went to the kitchen for breakfast. He went to call Bailey and tell her about his crazy nightmare. Bailey’s mother answered.
“Hello?”
“Is Bailey there? This is her cell, correct?” Jordan asked.
“Oh, Jordan,” she sighed. “Very bad news; it was around twelve o’clock and Bailey was still sleeping. She never sleeps that long, so I went into her room and… um… this may seem hard to believe, but I found her, um, her body was snapped in half. Can you believe it? There’s no explanation for a person’s body just snapping in half. But, she’s gone now… I’m sorry-I-I’ve gotta go.”
After she hung up, Jordan’s face was flushed. His nightmare was real. She was really snapped in half. She really died…
The next night, Jordan dreamt about Tabitha getting burned alive; her burning flesh smelled like rotten filth. She screamed so loud during that time that she collapsed. About 3 minutes later, Tabitha was dead.
Jordan awoke and immediately checked on Tabitha. Sure enough, he found her in her bed, burnt to a crisp. Jordan needed help with his nightmares, so he started seeing a sleep specialist, meanwhile, most of his friends and family were still dying gruesome deaths.
The sleep specialist hypnotized him to the point he started having pleasant dreams. Nobody ever died in his dreams ever again.
A sneak peek of my upcoming book, Bloodhouse Part II, which will be featured in the novel, Traveler! Note that this sneak peek will not be featured elsewhere and is copyrighted by myself, Karianne Nicole Gabaldon. Please enjoy this sample!
Disclaimer: All characters or persons in this story is fictitious. The story you are about to read contains horror, slashing, murder, slaughter, gore, profanity, and some sexual content. If you are not okay with any of this, please do not read. Story suggested 18 and up. All rights reserved.
Synopsis:
In the town of Newborough…
Tilda Wilkinson awakens from a long hibernation for more vengeance, but this time nobody is making It out alive. The Needham Mansion is back on the market and Tilda is not having it. Get ready for more gruesome deaths, more evil content, and most of all, more Tilda Wilkinson! May your dreams become your darkest nightmares. Sleep tight!
Chapter One: Sweet Svetlana
Dahlia Svetlana moved to Newborough on a cloudy, chilly night from Dallas, Texas. She moved away from daddy to spread her wings, little did she know the terror waiting for her. She planted her stay inside the Needham Mansion and though she heard rumors about it being haunted, she had figured they were just rumors. Even if It really were haunted, she would love it. So she cleaned it up a bit and resided in the mansion. But when Dahlia saw Tilda’s face, shit became real…
Earlier That Day…
“I know, daddy. You don’t have to worry about me,” Dahlia laughs. “I will be fine.”
“But, sweetheart. You know I always worry…”
“Yeah, don’t. I’m fine. They’re just rumors!”
“But It’s not just that, doll face. It’s the fact that you’re going to be so far away from me.” he cried.
“I know, daddy,” she picks up her gym back and leaves the gym.
“I just want you here always.”
“I will be with you In spirit. You’ll always have—shit.”
“What?”
“Nothing, I left my wallet inside the gym locker,” Dahlia scoffs.
“You’re so absent-minded…”
“Thank you, father!”
Dahlia grabs her wallet then exits the gym.
“Was It a good workout at least?”
“Dad, I know what you’re trying to do; you’re trying to stall me and I don’t have time. I’ve gotta go, in leaving in a few hours. I love you.”
“But look at the sky—“
“I love you!”
Dahlia hangs up the phone and sits in her Red and White Striped 1959 Chevrolet Corvette for about 7 seconds; sighs, then drives off.
Dahlia blasts Ex-Mortis by Ice Nine Kills on her car stereo on her way to the DFW Airport. The DFW, or Dallas Fort Worth, Airport is huge and is easy to get lost in, Dahlia didn’t know that. She usually travels in another airport called Dallas Love Field. It’s a little airport, way much tinier than DFW. When she arrived at DFW, she was completely lost, she didn’t even know where to park. She was keeping her Corvette here in Texas because daddy said he and her mother would drive it there when they came to see her, along with their own car, of course. It’d make it easier on Dahlia.
“Where the fuck am I supposed to be going?! Hello?! Move, asshole!” Dahlia honks her horn.
“Man, this is ridiculous! Why is this airport so huge? And why didn’t I know about it!?”
Dahlia gets to a man in a booth, she immediately asks him for help.
“Yes, ma’am.” he says in a Texan accent.
“Hi. I’m needing to get to Terminal C. Where is that?”
“Just make a U-Turn, sweetie. Then go straight back that way, after you get to the red light, turn right and go straight, then you’ll see the sign for Terminal C.”
“A U-Turn? Is that even allowed here?” Dahlia asks.
“Sure, sweetie. I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t mean it. Now get on… get!”
“Okay, okay. I get it, I’m… hogging up the road. I’ll get out of your hair once I make this U-Turn. Thank you…” she read his badge, “Hank.”
“Don’t mention It, pretty lady.”
Dahlia makes a U-Turn and ends up in the wrong lane. A car comes close by head on and almost hits her. Dahlia swerves and gets on the main road again.
“Fuck you, Hank!” she yells out of her car.
She finally gets to Terminal C, then turns right on the sign.
“Okay, C27… C27… Oh! There’s my gate! C27! I’ve found it! Now how much does this damn parking garage cost?”
Dahlia pulls up at another booth in the parking garage.
“Hello, how are you today?” The woman asks.
“It has been a day!” Dahlia laughs sarcastically.
“I’m so sorry. I’ve been there. 8.27, please.”
“Wait, that’s It? I’m staying here for more than a day…”
“Oh, my bad.”
“Yeah, but my dad is paying the rest of the way.” Dahlia smiles nervously.
“That’s fine. Just tell him to call us. Make sure he has his credit or debit card handy.”
“Sure thing.”
“Oh, and miss…” she looks Dahlia In the eye.
“Yeah?”
“If you’re playing games with me, we have your card information and we will go after you’re ass. Just saying.“
“Hush. It’s okay. Now, open the gate, please.”
“Where are you off to, anyway?” she asks.
“Newborough. I’m staying in the Needham Mansion.”
“Ooh, I wouldn’t if I were you. The place is downright haunted. Scary shit. You’re meaning to tell me that you’re flying all the way out to Newborough? And residing in the Needham Mansion? Why? You’re wasting your time, dear. It’s nothing but—“
“Open the damn gate already!” Dahlia screamed.
“Alright, alright. Good luck.”
The lady opened the gate and Dahlia glared at the lady, then drove through.
Dahlia parked her car and got her things out from her trunk. A man comes walking up.
“Oh, may I help you with your things?” he asks.
“Leave me alone!” She growled.
“Fine. Okay, just wanted to help…”
“I know and I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day.”
“I can see that. I’ll leave now. Goodbye.”
“No, don’t leave—“ he flees and Dahlia hangs her head.
“Well, onward, I guess. It’s time to start a new life. Newborough, here I come!”
Dahlia got inside the airport and was very lost. She had no idea where she was going. She asked many people but they were all either rude, or in too much of a hurry to get to their destination. Dahlia had no other choice; she did what she never hoped she’d do—ask Customer Service.
Asking Customer Service turned out to be surprisingly easy. Now she’s just awaiting for her flight. Dahlia sits on a dark blue chair that Is dirty, just so happens to have a few spitballs of gum underneath it, and it’s highly uncomfortable; it feels cold and hard. As for the floor, even though it was just waxed about five minutes ago, it is still covered in muddy footprints and baby puke. There’s no telling what else. Dahlia stares at the boarding sign, waiting for them to call her. They finally did.
Dahlia got onto the plane and sat down on Coach. The seats were, once again, uncomfortable; it felt like hers was going to turn loose. They were dark blue, fuzzy, unstable seats with compartments that kept opening. The plane was very old to say the least, so Dahlia’s entire ride was rocky… literally.
“May I please have some grape juice and saltines?” Dahlia catches the stewardess.
“Yes; yes you may. I’ll be back.”
Dahlia softened her pillow and started fall asleep. Then the turbulence happened and she couldn’t sleep at all. This was easily the world’s worst plane flight.
“Thank you,” Dahlia grabbed her grape juice and saltines.
“You’re very welcome.”
Dahlia had her snack then dozed off for about 15 minutes.
“Attention, passengers. We will be landing here in a few minutes. Please keep fastened and please keep your airplane mode on your phones on. We are pleased to announce that we have arrived safely. Welcome to Newborough, outside Is 65 degrees, please wear a coat. Thank you for boarding with us today on Sunshine Airlines! Have a wonderful day.”
Chapter Two: Welcome To Newborough
“Hi! I’ve never seen you around before.” a young woman smiled at Dahlia at the Information Center.
“Probably because I just moved here.”
They both chuckled.
“I’m Dahlia.”
“I’m Blevins. Welcome to Newborough.”
“Thanks for the warm welcome. I think I’ll like it here.”
“You will. It’s nice. Just… do us all a favor and steer clear of the Needham Mansion. Not just for your sake but for ours. We don’t need any nasty demons awakening in the middle of the night. It won’t just affect you if you awaken those demons, it’ll affect the rest of us, too. We’ll all suffer. I’m sorry… I have to tell everyone new to town this very same thing.” she chuckles.
“Oh, no you’re fine. I’m sorry, too.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry?”
“Because I deliberately disobeyed you. I’m moving into the Needham Mansion. Oops. Well, I guess I should go unpack my shit. See ya, Bible Thumper Blevins!”
Dahlia skipped off with her town map, leaving Blevins scratching her head and glaring at Dahlia.
Dahlia had a U-Haul follow her and the Uber driver to the Needham Mansion. When they arrived, there were stars In Dahlia’s eyes.
“Wow.” Dahlia jumped out of the Uber, paid the driver, then rushed inside.
Everything still looked the same as it was only a little older; the same beautiful diamond chandelier, the same stairs, the same living chair that Frankie sat upon the night he murdered Tilda Wilkinson. Dahlia went upstairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, bouncing.
“Dude… this bed is rough. Thank God I have my bed. I’ll get rid of all this old, gross furniture that’s been around since the 1920’s.”
Tilda’s skeletal, bruised, and cut hands crept out from under the bed. They tried grabbing Dahlia’s feet, but Dahlia ended up getting up off the bed just in time. The closet was wide open and read in blood, ‘Get out now while you still can — here you are not wanted.’ but Dahlia ignored that, too. She never even noticed the closet.
Dahlia made her way to the bathroom.
“It’s so huge!”
She looked Inside the bathtub and noticed a doll. She picked it up and dropped It immediately once she noticed maggots crawling all over it.
“What a creepy-ass doll. Whomever you belonged to must’ve been a psychopath. I mean, you’d kind of have to be in order to own a doll like that,” Dahlia said as she got the chills.
Dahlia looked all over the bathroom ceiling and noticed how filthy It was and how many spiders and spider eggs were everywhere.
“All right. You talked me into it, Gaya. Let’s clean this house up!”
As Dahlia was cleaning up the place, she had wished she met some friends along the way to help her. Of course, it’s not like they’d befriend her anyway. They’d all think the same thing just like everyone else does—it’s haunted. They want nothing to do with that house. So, Dahlia fixed It up on her own; she even put in her own furniture to give it more of a modern touch. But boy, did it piss Tilda off!
“If only they could see it now. I’ve been in this house for over 12 hours and nothing has jumped out at me. This place is not haunted. They’re pussies is what they are. Well. I guess It’s time to get some grocery shopping done so my home can be complete!
Before Dahlia could get groceries, she had to go to the bank. She went to a bank called Clint Wells and stood in line for awhile.
“About this line, huh?” a man behind her spoke to her.
“What? Oh. Yeah. Ha.”
“I’m Jean Paul.”
“Dahlia.”
They shook hands.
“You’re new to this town.” Jean Paul observed.
“Yeah, I am.” she smiled.
“Yeah, I would remember a beautiful, striking face like yours if I’d seen you before.”
Dahlia chuckles and smiles.
“Where are you residing?” he asks.
“Um…” Dahlia looks over her shoulder.
“What is It, beautiful?”
“It’s just that… you’re not going to be friends with me if I tell you…”
“Why do you think—oh! Because you live In the Needham Mansion!”
Dahlia nods sadly.
Jean Paul laughs, “darling… sweetheart… I adore that you live in the Needham Mansion! I love that you’re not afraid to take risks. And above all, don’t give a flying fuck about what anyone else thinks. I love that about you! Hey. Let’s go back to your place. I’m hankering for some ghosts anyway,” Jean Paul winks.
“Oh, that’s wonderful to hear! Thank you. But I’ve gotta do some grocery shopping first.”
“Great! I’ll help ya!”
“Okay, sounds great.”
After their grocery shopping, Dahlia and Jean Paul came back to the Needham Mansion.
“Sit anywhere you’d like, Jean Paul.”
Jean Paul sits down on the brown leather sofa which reclines in both ends and has a fold-out bed in the middle. Dahlia was putting away her groceries as Jean Paul sat down.
“Shit, where are my manners. Would you like some help, Dahlia?”
“No,” she laughs. “relax, hon. You’re the guest.”
“Well. How was your day? We can still talk, right?”
“Of course! My day was wonderful! Except for the cleaning and fixing up,” Dahlia chuckles. “how about yours?”
“Uneven.”
“Uneven?”
“Uneven. Unrealistic. Unbelievable.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I met the most unbelievable woman of my life.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Dahlia rolls her eyes.
“Okay.”
Dahlia laughs.
“You’re cute.” she says.
“So are you.”
Dahlia finishes putting the dishes away then walks over and sits down in the middle of the couch next to Jean Paul.
“Can you believe this sofa?” asked Dahlia.
“Not at all! I mean, two recliners at the end, then a fold-out bed In the middle? Crazy!”
Dahlia chuckles.
“Not what I mean, sugar. I meant can you believe this sofa hasn’t been used? We’d be the first ones…if you wanted to…”
“Used.. oh my God, I’m getting some?” His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“You’re getting it all!”
Dahlia pounced on top Jean Paul, ripped his shirt open then licked his tan, chiseled body from top to bottom. She bit his lip and yanked It with her teeth as he kissed her neck. She then kissed his lips ever so harshly and massaged his tongue with hers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, stuck it In and they both moved their bodies until they both climaxed. Dahlia had a full-body orgasm. She shook and shivered.
“Are you okay, Dahlia?” Jean Paul asked.
“I’m more than okay, I just had a full-body orgasm. Best sex ever.”
“Amazing. Because I’ve got more tricks up my—“
Then a loud thump came from the bedroom.
“Dahlia?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing. If the rumors were true, don’t you think something, or someone would have made themselves known by now?”
“You’re probably right. But just in case. Let’s check it out?”
Dahlia scoffs.
They head upstairs to the bedroom and find a card on the bed.
“Read it.” Jean Paul tells Dahlia.
Dahlia picks up the card. The card read the name: Serenity Bluff.
“Serenity! That’s my sister. How did she get in here? Huh. Sneaky shit. Read the card!” Jean Paul smiles, antsy.
“Dear brother,
It looks like you’ve found your one.
Treat her with love and respect or I’ll pin you to a wall.
I snuck in here, the back door was open.
Hope you don’t mind.
Well, I love you brother.
I left you some fun stuff hidden underneath your bed.
Have some fun… or else.”
“Ah. So that’s what the thump was.”
“Jean Paul—look! We’ve got sex toys! Do you want to use them now?” asked Dahlia.
“Yes, I do!”
They both jumped into bed, but as they did, they noticed all of the lights turn off. They looked at each other. Then a shadowy figure came levitating from the ceiling. It was none other than Tilda Wilkinson.
“How dare you disturb my slumber, and how dare you destroy my house, and how dare you reside here! This is my house! This is where I live!”
“I’m sorry, I’ll move. First thing in the morn—“
“Silence! And you touched my doll, Hezebiah. Did you not…?”
“Well, yes, but—“
“And you didn’t believe them… you should have ran, my child. But you didn’t. Now you’re going to pay.”
“I’m sorry…” Dahlia cried, shaking and scared, in disbelief of what is going on.
“I fucking warned you!” Tilda screamed in a dark, satanic growl.
Then their wrists were tied to the bed with barbed wire, the barbed wire slowly moving towards their wrists more and more, starting to cut off their circulation.
“Please, what do you want?” Jean Paul asked.
“I want your dirty, filthy soul!” Tilda screamed.
“And you’re gonna take the both of us?” Dahlia asked.
“No, my child. Just him. I want to keep you alive for more torture sessions.”
“What!?” Dahlia cried.
“Let’s just say you’re never leaving this house!” Tilda laughs crookedly.
“I regret ever getting to know you, Dahlia. Because if I never did, I’d never be this predicament!”
“Fuck you, Jean Paul.”
The barbed wire started to constrict their wrists even more. Until…
“Son of a—“ Jean Paul screamed as both his wrists got cut off by the barbed wire.
“You like my tricks, Jean Paul? This makes me so glad…”
“How can you be glad, you fucking bitch! You don’t have a heart!” Jean Paul yells.
“Oh. Oh! You are so finished!”
Tilda throws machetes at Jean Paul, pinning him to the the wall.
“You wrote that card, Tilda! Serenity didn’t write it at all!”
“Be grateful you’re alive. I’m coming back for you when you least expect it. Oh. And yes, I did write the card.”
Tilda, then, disappears.
Dahlia calls her dad right away.
“Hello, sweetheart.” Daddy answers.
“Dad, something is off with this house, you were right. A demon lives here and she’s not letting me leave! Please daddy, call someone! She’s real; Tilda is real. Dad? Dad—”
Soon another voice picked up.
“Don’t ever speak my name, child. You’re cursed now. See you in hell.” Tilda hung up the phone as Dahlia broke down and cried.
Dahlia banged on the front door and tried opening it, but the doorknob she touched ended up catching on fire as she put her left hand on it. It gave her a 3rd degree burn on her hand.
“Oh my God! Somebody please help! Somebody! Please!” Dahlia banged on the door even harder.
“You’re not helping yourself, you know that, right? Nobody can hear you, child. You’re all alone.” Tilda grew a wicked smirk on her face as she floats down to the floor from the ceiling.
“I’m dreaming; this isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t fucking real! You hear me? You’re a figment of my imagination. You’re not real! Now leave!”
Tilda laughs loudly.
“Of course I’m real, you idiot! And there’s nothing you can do about it,” Tilda blew Dahlia a kiss and winks.
“What do you want from me?” Dahlia cried.
I want to disembowel you; I want to take your insides and nail them to my bedroom wall. I could tell you were special from the moment you arrived. I wanted you so bad… and then you went and fucked up my furniture and moved it around, and now you slander my name! You stupid, stupid girl!”
“Whoa, wait—I did not, in any way, slander your name. I called you by your name and that’s it!”
“Yes, child. You slandered my name.”
“So, what’re you gonna do with me, err, demon?”
“I’m going to force you to choose defeat. This ain’t your lucky day.”
“Can I please call my dad first?”
“No!” she screamed.
“I’m sorry…”
“No. You’re not. But you’re going to be!” Tilda laughs.
“Why? What are you gonna do to me?”
Tilda starts humming Jesus Loves Me while brushing Hezebiah’s hair.
“Hello?!”
“Little ones to him belong…”
Dahlia stares wide-eyed at Tilda.
“You are weak but I am strong!!!” Tilda screams.
Tilda picks up a couch and attempts to throw it at Dahlia; Dahlia moves and Tilda laughs.
“You seriously think you can escape me?!”
“I don’t wanna die!” cried Dahlia.
“It’s the end for you…”
Tilda left, Dahlia looks around the place. About 30 seconds later, Tilda shows up again with a chainsaw and decapitates Dahlia, then disembowels her.
Her ever-shrieking voice breaking up once Tilda hit her soft, light-skinned neck, then Tilda saws apart Dahlia’s body, taking out her organs and hanging them in her closet wall to scare the next guests. Dahlia’s body dragged into the attic where Tilda resided, lying Dahlia with the rest of Tilda’s deceased victims. Though Dahlia died that night, there is a heavy part of her that still lives on in The Needham Mansion, just like all of the other dead souls. Months went by and her body started rotting; maggots feast on her young, slender body. Tilda lies safe in the attic, away from disturbance. There was nobody else who enter the mansion, until five years later. There was finally somebody who thought they could take in Tilda. Well, clearly, what the hell were they thinking?
Chapter Three: The Basement
Years later, an older woman named Samantha now resides in The Needham Mansion. She had scared everyone off from the stories and she liked It that way; she enjoyed the peace and serenity. But, one day two teenage girls decided that they wanted to prove to everyone that The Needham Mansion wasn’t really haunted. So they did. They came up to Samantha’s doorstep and rang her doorbell.
“Do you think this is it?” asked Kayla.
“Obviously, Kayla. Look at the sign back there at the end of the road.” Farrah rolled her eyes.
“Oh. Duh!” Kayla hits herself in the face with her palm.
Farrah laughs, “well? Ring the doorbell, hooker!”
Kayla rings the doorbell.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Kayla asks.
Kayla rings the doorbell again.
“Look, Kay. Obviously they don’t want visitors.”
Then, Samantha Margaret opens the door with a scary mask on, the mask being nothing but white but somehow still scary.
“Who dares bother me home!”
“No girls, wait!” She takes off her mask. “I’m human. See?”
“So all of that stuff about this place being haunted—that was all poppycock?” asked Farrah.
“Yes,” Samantha laughs,”now how about some tea, ladies?”
“Yes, please!” exclaimed Farrah.
“Farrah, what’re you doing—we don’t know this lady!” whispered Kayla.
“Come on, Kay. It’s just tea.”
“Whatever.” Kayla rolled her eyes.
Kayla sit at the kitchen table while Samantha pours them their tea.
Farrah looks around then says, “wow! Your place Is no nice and well put together. I expected it to look more—“
“Haunted?” Samantha chuckles, “It’s okay. Everybody else feels the same. That’s why I invite them in; to let them know that this is a welcoming place, not an evil place. Nobody resides here but me and my three cats, and we’re as nice as mice. Well, maybe not mice for my cats eat mice,” Samantha laughs.
“So what is your name again?” asked Kayla.
“Oh, where are my manners? My name is Samantha Margaret; these are my three cats: Stoney, Tryla, and Theodore. My babies are next up to have this throne after their dear old mama dies. Yep, I already have them in the deed,” Samantha smiled.
“And when will that be? Your death day? Are you going to die first, or do you just murder all of your victims that knock on your door first and then once you’re satisfied with that you’ll die? Because I’m very-“
“Kayla, Shh! Samantha, I’m sorry!” Farrah whined.
“No, that’s quite all right. She has every reason to be worried, love.” Samantha smiles.
Kayla glares back at Samantha.
“Well, I’m Farrah, and this little rascal goes by Kayla.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I have some stew cooking in the pot over there if you two would like to stay for dinner?” asked Samantha.
“No, thanks. I think we really better get going. Thank you so much for the tea, though. Come on, Kayla.” Farrah and Kayla both got up from their chairs.
“No, I really think you should be staying…”
Samantha, then, grabs a hot kettle from the stove with her right hand and hits them both in the head with the kettle, knocking them out completely.
Samantha brought them down in the basement where both girls are constricted by electrical cords on wrists, ankles, arms and legs so they do not escape. They sit upon upside down metal buckets. There are no lights In this basement but there Is a small rectangular window with a bright sun ray shining through. There Is nothing in the basement but a few cleaning supplies, a sink full of water with a mirror and a few boxes. The door from the basement to the inside of the house is locked by chains. The two girls eventually woke up.
“What… the hell…” Farrah rubbed her head and looked around.
“Farrah?!” Kayla cried.
“Kay… it’s alright, boo. I’m right here.”
“We have to figure out a way out of here. Let’s search around the room…”
“Good idea, Kay.”
Kayla looks around then spots a mop.
“There’s a mop next to you, Farrah. Can you reach it?”
Farrah tries to grab the mop with her left arm and fails.
“No! Hooker! Your leg!”
Farrah tries to grab mop with left leg and fails.
“Fuck!” cried Kayla.
“What’re we going to do, Kay?”
I don’t know—wait this house is haunted…”
“What’s your point?”
“There’s gotta be an evil spirit we can summon or some shit!”
Farrah laughs.
“You’re hilarious. Let’s keep looking! Come on, we’re wasting time!”
Kayla stares at Farrah.
“Oh my God. You’re serious.” Farrah sighs. “Well, it’s a stupid as fuck idea, but let’s try it. Anything is worth a shot.”
“Okay, so how do we do this?” Kayla asks.
“I’m just as lost as you are, sweetheart. Hey, wait. You’re a badass poet. Why not try summoning the demon with your poetry? After all, aren’t séances all about that shit?”
“Hmm, I’ll try…” Kayla clears her throat. “Spirits, spirits, altogether, come embrace this sunny weather! That worked, right? Because the weather is sunny?”
“We’ll have to see, Kay.” Farrah was unsure about the summoning, whether or not Kayla did it right. Sure enough, it didn’t work.
“Try it again, bae.” Farrah still had faith in her.
Kayla let’s out a deep breath.
“I call upon to the near deceased, I’m sorry to have disturbed your peace.” Kayla was confident that this one would work.
“Ooh, that one was chilly; I felt it!” Farrah shook.
Then, the basement doors start shaking vigorously.
“Oh my God, that’s her! That’s Samantha! We’re going to die, Farrah, we’re going to die!”
“As if a demon could have saved us anyway. Dumb idea!” Farrah exclaimed.
“I love you, Farrah.”
“I love you, Kayla.”
The doors open and Samantha comes out.
“Hi, guys! So it looks like you’re my next victims, yes? Alright! So, how do you want to go! Oh you want me to be in control? You’re sweet! I made sure that I kept your mouths uncovered for the time being so you both could have your final goodbyes to each other. So I guess I’m sweet too. Yea! That’s amazing! Well, what is in our agenda for today, hmm? Well… I have this sink, and it’s full of water. It’s a clue. I’m not using it. But it’s a clue. Do you know what it is? I feel like you’re really going to enjoy this special surprise!”
“ARE YOU THAT DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE THAT YOU MUST MAKE OTHERS MISERABLE?” ASKED FARRAH.
“YEAH, SH-SHAME ON YOU,” REPLIED KAYLA.
“This is a sink full of water. No, I will not be using this particular sink full of water. However, I will be using water from my gardening hose and fun little toys I call electrical outlets, which I will be plugging your cords into,” Samantha chuckles.
Both girls become catatonic; Samantha picks up gardening hose.
“This is so much fun, guys! Don’t you think so? I think this is—“ Samantha was rudely interrupted by a Newborough fan favorite.
Tilda came in through the mirror, busting the glass, glass flying everywhere.
“Here’s to bitches that won’t quit!” Tilda growled as the girls were no longer catatonic but now in awe of Tilda; Samantha’s jaw had dropped.
Tilda took an electrical cord, constricts Samantha’s neck, then plunges her head in the sink to the point Samantha drowns; Tilda squeezes the end of her cord harder and harder and her head decapitates from loss of circulation due to the cord around her neck.
“H-h-hi. Are you-you-you going to k-kill us?” asked Kayla.
“Leave my mansion! Leave it now, I say! Never return! Because, if you return, I will kill you! I’ll fucking devour your insides!” yelled Tilda.
“Okay, okay!” yelled Farrah.
The two girls fled, never to return again.
Chapter Four: Fire!
Cortana Armstrong was a beautiful young woman; soft, medium platinum blonde hair which Is always up in a ponytail, deep, dark blue-green ocean eyes, a chiseled face with the perfect small nose to the point and nostrils the size of peas, perfectly shaped, thin, dirty blonde eyebrows, thick, voluptuous lips which made her irresistible to men, fairly large cheekbones and a pencil neck. Her body was gorgeous, too—she had a slender body yet DD breasts and an ass that would send any man to the moon. But what really got the men staring was her eyes. Her eyes, well, to say people got lost in them would be an understatement. This very young woman was gorgeous. She was 21 but very smart. She was working on her career as a writer when she stumbled upon a beautiful mansion in Newborough: The Needham Mansion. She saw a For Sale sign and just had to call the number. She wasn’t interested in buying it for she had already had a home, she just thought If she looked inside and had a peek, she’d be satisfied and she’d know what it looked like inside; she was dying to know… literally.
Cortana called the realtor, Sheila Wilkinson.
“Hello?” a voice picked up the phone.
“Hi. Is this Sheila?” asked Cortana in a thrilled voice.
“Who’s asking?”
“Oh,” Cortana chuckled. “This is Cortana Armstrong. I’m trying to look at a house?”
“Ah. The Mansion. Darling, nobody has been in that house for years.” Sheila explained.
“Well, can I at least look at it? It’s on the market for some reason.”
Sheila lets out a big sigh.
“Yeah. Fine. I’m busy, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Okay, um, how soon Is ‘soon’? Because I have somewhere I need to be.”
Sheila scoffs.
“About 15 minutes. Jesus!” Sheila then hangs up the phone.
“Damn.” Cortana waited about 21 minutes, then Sheila finally arrived.
“Hi, are you Sheila Wilkinson?” asked Cortana as she held out her hand.
“I am,” Sheila said irritated as she walked right past her.
“It’s a nice mansion. I would love to live here someday.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Sheila muttered under her breath.
“What’s that?” Cortana asked.
“Nothing,” Sheila grinned.
“No, I’m pretty sure you said something.”
“Well, here’s The Needham Mansion!” Sheila opened the door.
“Wow! It’s beautiful In here!” exclaimed Cortana, in awe of the place.
“Let me, uh, show you around.”
“Sure!”
“This is the study.”
“Ooh!”
Then, the books flew off the bookshelf, Cortana screamed.
“Oh, no reason to be alarmed, dear. This happens all the time,” Sheila explained as she started picking up the books.
The computer turned on by itself and Cortana gasped.
“I’ve gotta get out of here!”
“You’re not going anywhere…” Sheila told Cortana.
The doors locked, the windows sealed, and Cortana was in trouble.
“Little child, little child, look I have found you…” Tilda enters the room through the wall.
“Oh my God… oh my God… oh my God!”
“God’s not here!” Tilda laughs.
“I can’t believe this!” Cortana yells.
“Well, believe it, child. I believe you’re in for the ride of your life!”
“Please spare me. I only came In to look at the house. I came in by happenstance.”
“Didn’t they all?” Tilda chuckles.
“Please, please. Please! I’ll do anything!”
“You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time, weren’t you child?”
“Yes!” Cortana cried.
“But you happened to stumble in my grounds, and this I cannot forgive!”
“Why are you so spiteful?”
“Has your daddy ever murdered you with an axe when you weren’t doing anything wrong?”
“Um, clearly not.”
“Well that’s what happened to me, so I don’t give a fuck about being here by accident! You shall pay for your damage!” Tilda exclaimed.
“I just don’t want to die…”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that plea before. Suck it up, princess.“
“I think you’re spiteful because you’re an ugly monster and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Now you really will pay!”
Tilda set the floor where Cortana was standing on fire as she levitated; Cortana screaming and Tilda humming Jesus Loves Me, full song as Cortana’s flesh burns from her bones.
The Needham Mansion was peaceful for years. But ten years later, people appeared again.
Chapter Five: Donnie Of The Dead
Donnie, a 27-year-old male who stumbled upon The Needham Mansion on a warm summer’s day, was very careless about his life. He really didn’t care about living or dying, he was just that way. But since he had found the mansion, he figured he might as well open it and see what lies in store.
He turned the brass knob ever so slightly to the left, creaking the white, wooden front door loudly, leaving an echo of mystery. Donnie walked inside slowly, gazing at the majesty of the mansion. And since it was abandoned, the place was all his… or was it?
“This place is the shit. I can’t believe this! I must call my wife!”
Donnie picked up his phone to call his significant other, but his phone screen just so happened to have gone blank; his entire phone screen was pure white.
“Strange,” he said quietly.
He kept trying to fix his phone, then tried to exit the mansion for assistance on it. Of course, Tilda had other plans. She locked him in from the inside. He was screwed.
“What the hell is this?! What’s going on?! Is someone there?” he asks.
“Why yes!” An echo came from upstairs.
“Who are you?” Donnie asked.
“Why I’m Tilda,” she said as she slowly floated down to the first floor. “It’s nice to meet you. I hope I’m not disturbing your plans?”
“Um,” he gulps. “No. N-not really.”
“Good. Well, I’d hate to be frank, but you’re destroying mine!”
“Oh, uh, do you want me to leave?”
Tilda laughs.
“Torturing you would be more fun!”
“Um… huh?”
“That’s right!” Tilda laughed. “May today be your last!”
Then Donnie thought real hard about it, and maybe somebody was playing a prank on him.
“Promise?” Donnie chuckled.
“Oh? You don’t think I’m real, do you?” Tilda came closer.
“Of course you’re not real. You’re a fucking hologram!”
“Well… is this real enough for you?!” Tilda slaps his face.
Donnie’s eyes widen.
“Uhh…”
“And is this real enough for you?!”
Tilda vomits black, sticky, foul-smelling tar all over Donnie.
“Uhh…” he starts shaking as tears rush down his face.
“And guess what, Donnie Boy?”
“Um… uh, what?” he cries.
“You’re gonna die tonight.” Tilda blows in his face, breath smelling of rusted copper.
All is silent and Donnie just stares at Tilda for about 12 seconds, then he bangs on the door behind him.
“Help me! Fucking help me!”
Tilda laughs, “nobody can hear you, child! Just give up the ghost. Or, me.” she laughs again.
“Please, please! I’m sorry I thought you were fake!” Donnie cried.
“This isn’t about thinking I was fake, doll. This is about disturbing my peace! Now… as I watch you stand and cry, it’s pathetic, now you die!”
“Wait!” He yells.
Tilda holds the axe in the air, sighs.
“What…?”
“You don’t want me. You want my friend, Walter. Last week, he tore up your roses!”
“What roses, child?”
“The roses! In your backyard?” Donnie’s voice grew weaker.
“Nonsense! Now you’re just stalling! There are no roses! And if there were, they’re dead now—just like you!”
Tilda laughs an evil, crooked, eerie laugh as she lays the axe into the middle of Donnie’s head and splits his entire body in half. Blood going at it like two lions fighting for a scrap of meat, flying all over the entry way of The Needham Mansion. After Tilda was finished with him, he looked snazzy; his organs falling out of place, but Tilda loved him just that way. She threw him up back in the attic with the rest of them, leaving his dead body to rot.
Tilda lie flat on her back and let out a long, happy sigh for a job well done.
Chapter Six: Don’t Wake The Demon…
A 5’5”, natural fire engine red-headed, Hazel-eyed bombshell came to Newborough for a family gathering. It was Thanksgiving time and she lived miles away in Cincinnati. She brought pumpkin pie on the trip and headed towards her family’s home in Newborough, on the same street as The Needham Mansion, just not near as creepy. This woman was fine from her head down to her toes; she was slightly curvy, a chiseled face, long, thick, and flowing hair, lashes so long they’d give an old man a heart attack, thin eyebrows, and thick, voluptuous lips. This woman was clearly beautiful, but she didn’t think so. In fact, this woman was very abusive towards herself; she was a cutter. She didn’t just cut, though, she slashed. She had gashes all over her body from her damage. Being only 22 years young, she was awfully experienced in life. Absinthe Mortez—your best dream, but also your worst nightmare.
“Hey, Absinthe!” Absinthe’s mother shouted.
“Hi, mom. I brought pie! It’s pumpkin!”
“Ooh! Put It on the table over there next to the others! Where’s the mister?” she asked.
“There is no mister,” Absinthe chuckled as she walked over to put the pumpkin pie on the table.
“What?! Why not?”
“I don’t—I just—mom, I’m not ready for a relationship. Men, well, they’re kind of a drag.” Absinthe added.
“Oh, honey, but don’t you want kids?”
Absinthe opened her jaw wide and placed her finger by her tongue.
“Come on, Abby, I want to be Granny Angela Mortez someday!”
“And I want to be kid-free! Look at one of us get what we want in life, isn’t that pleasant!”
“Oh, you’ll change your mind. I promise.” Angela winked.
“Doubt it.”
A distant cousin then approached Absinthe from behind.
“Abby!”
Absinthe knew right away who it was, Angela shrugged her shoulders and walked away onto someone else.
“Hi, Megan!” Absinthe turned around and hugged her.
“So, I couldn’t help but overhear you’re still single?” She slightly chuckled. “Why?”
“Well, if you heard that I’m still single single then you obviously heard why…” Absinthe deadpanned.
“I know it’s just—I’m sorry. You’re how old? Girl, get in the game! I have a 2 month old and I’ve been married for six months!”
“Congratulations?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Megan sighs. “Hey, you didn’t come to my wedding!” she says In baby talk.
“I never got an Invite.”
“What? Absurd! Hey, honey!” Megan yells.
“What?” Eric answers from across the room.
“Did we give Absinthe an invitation to our wedding?”
“Who?”
“Absinthe—Abby—her!” Megan points at Absinthe.
“Oh! I don’t know her!” He then continues to talk to Absinthe’s grandfather.
“Dammit, Eric. I’m sorry, Abs. I guess it’s because Eric apparently doesn’t know you. And Its my fault.” she says as she hangs her head.
“Hey. It’s fine. I’m sure I didn’t miss anything anyways.”
“Well, ya did. But…”
“No, no, I’m sure I didn’t.”
Then, Angela gets up from the couch and exclaims,
“Let’s eat!”
They all gathered around the table and sat down with their meal.
After dinner was done. everybody pitched In with cleaning up the kitchen and the dining room, even the men. Absinthe was shocked because she’d never seen a man actually pick up after himself before. Her dad was a loser and very lazy. She and her mom did all of his chores. He’s gone now; he left her mother three years ago when her mother decided to live for her daughter. Absinthe’s father despised her. He constantly bullied her for no reason, literally kicking her when she was down. Nobody ever saw it as a bad thing or abuse, they all just saw it as he was just messing with her. But It bothered her. And once her mother realized It was more than just a game and confronted the situation, he bolted. He wanted nothing to do with anyone in the family anymore. He always had something to say for why she doesn’t work and that she’s so lazy, when she couldn’t work, she was on SSI. But his excuse was he had a job; because he did. He ran his own business. But at home, he was a complete slob. He did nothing. So no matter what, she will always think that all men are trash, because after all, she was raised by trash.
“Wow! I think it’s amazing that all of you are helping out!” Absinthe praised Eric.
“Thanks, I’m just doing it because my wife made a deal with me that afterwards, if the dishes are up to par, then we can go to The Needham Mansion. I’ve been begging her, but she’s chicken shit,” he laughed.
“The Needham Mansion—oh you mean that mansion I saw coming in? That place looks scary and sketchy as shit!”
“Right? I love it!” Eric exclaimed.
“Well, you do you, son.”
“Hey, you wouldn’t be interested?”
“No. Not my thing. But thanks!”
“Yep. Absinthe is it?”
“Got it!”
“Sweet! Well our next baby, I’ll be sure to send you an Invitation to the shower. That wouldn’t be weird, right? Because Im a man?” Eric tugged his shirt, suddenly flushed.
“Not at all,” Absinthe chuckled.
“Okay, well, the dishes look done. I’m grabbing my wifey and we are outta here!”
“You go! You… go!” Absinthe raised her fist.
The two left for The Needham Mansion while everybody else left as well, except for Absinthe; she and Angela sat on the 70’s style yellow suede sofa, watching Bob’s Burgers.
“I can’t believe you like this show, mom.” Absinthe stared at the television but moved her eyes slightly over to Angela.
“You don’t? I thought you did?”
“I mean I do, it’s just. You’re so old.”
“Old?” Angela chuckles.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, but Linda is just so funny.”
“And Tina… and Gene…” Absinthe added.
“Very much so. Do you know when the lovebirds will be back?”
“Mom, they’re probably not coming back here. They’re probably going home.”
“No, sweetie. It’s a long drive. Longer than yours. They live in Pasadena. They’re staying here short term just like you. They said they’ll be back soon so I’m just wondering.”
“K.” Absinthe said lazily.
Angela got up from the couch and looked out of the blinds.
“Nope, not seeing ‘em. Damn, I’m getting worried. I’ve heard terrible, terrible things about that place.”
“I’m sure they’re just rumors,” Absinthe said in a daze, focused on the television.
“Well, I’m not sleeping until they come home!”
“Mom. It’s eight o’clock!”
“Yeah? So?”
“So, you have plenty of time to sleep. It’s still early.”
“But I sleep at eight. That’s my bedtime!”
“Eew, you are old! Gross, mom!”
“Shut your mouth. I guess I’ll stay up until those kids come home. I’m really worried about—“
“No! Kids?! Did you really just say kids! Mom, you’ve been alone for far too long!”
“Oh, and look at you, Absinthe! You’re 22 and have only had one boyfriend; two dates! And he broke your heart!”
“Ow. Okay, well, maybe I’m going to bed. Goodnight!” Absinthe storms off to the hallway.
“Abby… come on, you know I didn’t mean—“
“Goodnight, mom!” Absinthe slams the door.
Chapter Seven: What Were You Expecting?
“It really is creepy in here,” Megan noted.
“If you’re that scared, go.” Eric said rudely.
“I’m not scared, Im just making an observation is all.”
Eric scoffs.
“What?” Megan snapped.
“You’re killing my vibe, just… go. Off with you.”
“Yeah? Where am I to go? Hmm?”
“To another room, I guess. Choice Is yours.”
Megan glared at Eric; Eric continued to look around downstairs and Megan went upstairs.
Megan found the study room and was at peace. She picked up a book she wasn’t familiar with and started to read it. Meanwhile…
Eric downstairs sat on the armchair and relaxed. Soon enough, he heard a thump coming from the loveseat in his peripheral view. He looks over. The loveseat then levitates. His eyes widen and he begins sweating profusely. Tilda jumps out; Eric loses control of his breathing and his pulse is now 205 BPM. He tries to scream but he has nothing in him—Its like his body was just too traumatized to even speak. Instead, he just watched her. He opened his mouth and kept trying to scream, but it never worked.
“Well, I should be the one screaming, sweetheart. You are in my house after all! And you’re in my daddy’s armchair. Don’t you know? Haven’t you ever heard the story about Tilda Wilkinson?”
Eric shakes his head rapidly.
“Shame on them for not telling you, because look at where are you are now. It’s not fair, is it? It’s all their fault that you’re about to die…”
He jumps up and Tilda Immediately wraps him to the chair with plastic wrap by force.
“No… we don’t disobey here.”
All of a sudden, a female voice yells, “Eric! This place is so cool!”
Eric starts moving, trying to escape.
“Ooh, we have more company.” Tilda stares at Eric. “Eh, I’ll just finish you off. Why not.”
Tilda uses her demonic force to constrict Eric’s body slowly with the plastic wrap. All of his organs slowly smash together as he gasps for air and develops brain hypoxia. His body finally gives out when it pops and organs fly out; luckily they were wrapped in plastic wrap.
“Where are you?” asks Megan. “I’m sorry about our fight. Please forgive me.”
She walks around the downstairs then heads towards the living room.
“Babe, I think we should go. You proved your—“
Then she beheld her deceased husband of six months wrapped in plastic wrap, sitting in an armchair. What does she do? What any woman would do—she screams her head off. Yep. Right when she screamed, Tilda came up from behind her and decapitated her. That’s what I call true love.
Meanwhile, at Angela’s…
“Abby, I’m sorry!” Angela knocks on Absinthe’s guest room door.
“Mom, that was hurtful. Let me be mad. You get some sleep, you’re old!”
“Would you stop calling me old?! You’re gonna be my age one day, by the way! And your daughter, or son, is gonna call you old!”
Absinthe opens the door.
“Mom, how many times do we have to go through this? I’m not having children! I’m not getting married! I am a free spirit; I do not belong in a cage!”
“Fine, Absinthe. But like I said, you will change that precious mind of yours someday.” Angela rubs Absinthe’s head.
“Cut it out!”
“When are they getting back?” asked Angela.
“Any time now, now would you go to bed?”
“No can do; Ive gotta wait up!”
“Did they ask you to wait up?” Absinthe asked.
“Nope, but I’m one concerned auntie, you should know this about me by now. I’m a concerned mother, too, and you sure as hell know that!”
“Yeah, yeah. Wait up for them then, I’m going to bed. I love you, mom. You’re everything.”
“I love you, daughter. You’re everything more.”
This was their proper greeting for goodbyes and good nights.
“I hope they show up…” Absinthe got worried.
“Why hope? Do you know something I don’t?” asked Angela.
“No, mom, it’s just… that place—it gives me the creeps. I hope they’re okay.”
“There is absolutely nothing wrong with that house. It’s rumors. All rumors. I’ve lived here for seven years, nothing has gotten to me. And I’ve heard so many rumors around here about that place and about that place and Tara—“
“Tilda.” Absinthe interrupted.
“Yeah. Well, she’s non-existent. A figment, if you will. Just some crazy kids trying to scare you. You can go to bed. The only thing I’m worried about is some freak accident that happened inside. I might go inside to check if they’re not back by 3.”
“Okay, mom. If you’re sure. I love you.”
“I love you, too. I’m sure.”
Absinthe went to sleep while Angela stayed up on the yellow suede sofa watching television all night. When the time came to 3, she did what she had promised: she went inside.
“Hello?” Angela asks as she creaks open the door. “Anyone home?”
Angela looks around.
“Hmm,” she shrugs her shoulders, then walks upstairs.
“Megs!” Angels shouts.
“Aunt Angie! I’m over here!” a voice suddenly crept up from behind her, sounding like it was coming from downstairs. Angela rushes downstairs to see.
“Now, Megan, this is no time for hide-and-seek, Absinthe is at the house waiting for us!”
“Relax, aunt Angie. Come closer…” the voice laughed.
“Not funny.”
“Just do it,” the voice said angrily.
“Fine.”
Angela took three steps forward and then was stopped by an angry Tilda. Angela’s eyes widen bigger than the oversized buttons on her coat.
“What a shame I get disturbed by three living beings tonight. And to think, it was so peaceful.” Tilda sighs.
“Where are they…” Angela’s voice trembled.
“Who, dear?”
“The, um. The—“
“Who?!” Tilda interrupted rudely.
“You know who I’m talking about!” Angela yelled as her voice stopped shaking.
“Oh, you mean them?” Tilda uncovered the piano to show the two bodies chopped up inside of it.
Tilda stops Angela as she takes a broken piano key and shoves it down Angela’s throat. Angela stands there choking and gasping for her every breath. Tilda, then, takes a piano leg and impales her in the stomach, leaving Angela vomiting blood and foul-smelling bodily fluids, and soon after, she crouches down to the ground, then slowly falls on her back. After Angela Is down, Tilda gouges out her eyes, then smashes her face in with the piano leg. Angela suffered for quite sometime before she died. Tilda chopped up Angela’s remains and threw them into the piano along with the others. Sunrise came and Absinthe had awoken.
“Mom, are you home?” was the first thing Absinthe had said when she woke up from her slumber. Regardless of whether Angela knew or not, Absinthe did care about her; of course, not enough to miss sleep over her. But she cared, nonetheless.
“Mom?” Absinthe hopped out of bed, rubbed her drowsy eyes, and searched the small, country house for Angela. Angela was nowhere to be found, so naturally Absinthe started worrying.
Should I go inside The Needham Mansion? Absinthe thought to herself. Nah, too scary. I’ll go get help instead of risking my life.
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In October of 2021, I, Karianne, started feeling a bit odd. I started getting severe headaches, feeling incredibly dizzy, and for some odd reason I started getting these facial ticks on my right side and jerks of the right hand and right leg, right foot as well. The right side of my face from the top of my head down to my jaw started getting tingly and painful, my body started getting super painful to the point I was using a heating pad every night, and my vision started to fade to dark occasionally. My PCP thought I was about to have a stroke so he referred me to a neurologist.
Eventually, I started having seizures, which I had no idea they were seizures until my neurologist I am now seeing said they are. I pass out but don’t lose complete consciousness and instead my eyes convulse and I wake up confused and disoriented after each episode. My whole body doesn’t convulse—just my eyes. The episodes can last up to a few minutes, maybe even longer, but most of the time they don’t last very long.
In January of 2022, everything just came crashing down. It felt like I had nowhere to go and everyone whom I was closest to around me didn’t understand. My hand jerking started occurring about every 10 minutes, maybe even less, I started getting paresthesia in my face and on the right side, I started losing balance and coordination; I actually have to put a straw in my coffee cup or tea cup because I’m afraid to drop the cup and break it. I can’t write or text without having to go back and retype what I wrote because of my hand jerking. There are times where I cannot stay awake and my speech is slurred, I mumble, making me sound like I’m drunk. It’s embarrassing!
Basically I’m a mess. But my doctor did say I have something called neuralgia. But that’s just a symptom. The tricky situation is finding out the real diagnosis. I guess we’ll see. This is my journey journal. Come along with me through me ups and downs! I’d appreciate it!
JANUARY 30th, 2022
So, today, mentally, was fantastic! Physically not so well. Between my certain body jerks, my MS hugs, numbness/tingling, dizziness, brain fog, and sleeping for hours today, I just want to quit. I’m actually getting frustrated with writing this post right now because even though I’m writing super slow, I keep messing up. Once again, my hand, arm, leg, BACK, and head jerk. My back just started today. And the damn tip of my tongue is hurting right now and I can’t concentrate. Let’s just put it this way—I don’t think I have ever been sicker in my life. And I’ve been in and out of hospitals since birth. So, thanks family and friends for not understanding. I really feel at home. Well, my hand is really bothering me I think I will end today’s entry. I love you guys so much! Thanks for tuning in!
The banner waved high the day Lavender Jaie Dresden lost her war. The banner was beautiful; but nothing could compare to Lavender’s beauty and grace. Her long, curly platinum hair with thick bangs, her beautiful emerald eyes, her porcelain, chiseled face, so perfect and flawless. Not a scar or pimple on it to be seen. Also those long, beautiful eyelashes. Any man would be lucky to have her. And he was. He was grateful for everyday he got to live by her side. The man’s name is Elliot Ryder James. Oh, that man is me. Lavender was my everything; my queen; my fiancé. We were scheduled to get married in September, and she passed on Independence Day. She lived to be 27; a short life, but she was miserable. And nobody could help her. Not me, not her family, not her friends… she suffered severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and it put her in very dangerous and harmful situations. She had self mutilated, hurt her body by purposely not eating or doing other horrible things to help her gain “self control”, she had tried suicide many times. But on the night of July 4th, 2020, she had succeeded. If you’d like to stick around to hear her story, please, I’m not stopping you. If not, I do understand. Time is precious in this world we live in. I should know.
I sigh. “In conclusion, my summer wasn’t the best; a boy, which I will not speak of his name, covered my mailbox with a few of his sweaty, dirty jockstraps. Yeah, my mom really appreciated it, you-know-who-you-are! And at my slumber party, a girl whom I thought was my best friend, slipped tar in my shampoo bottle. Thanks for that. I’m going to be honest I’m wearing a wig. What else is there to be embarrassed by? And lastly, a really cute guy asked me out just to ditch me and record me making out with my pillow. Happy, teach?”
“Very. See, your problem is you’re too immature. Stop being a damn prude and people will stop picking on you!” She said as the class was still laughing at my back to school presentation.
This was the most awful and regretful thing she could ever say to me. Pay close attention to this story and you’ll see why….
PROLOGUE: Amethyst Is…
Hi, my name is Amethyst Rheda. As you have probably figured out, I am an unwanted human being. I’m constantly being made fun of for the stupidest things-but the main thing is, my personality. I’m not like everyone else. And everyone is a afraid of me because I am different. I might’ve also told them a giant lie when I first changed schools when I moved towns, only to get popular, which didn’t make me popular anyway. I told people I wasn’t a virgin. I’ve never even kissed a boy before, or a girl for that matter.
After I spread the rumor about not being pure, it’s like my flower just wilted by itself. I became more hungry for sex and more envious at the popular sluts who always got some. And to make it worse they just had to brag about it the next day at school by my locker. I was at least fortunate to get to be centered in Jock Hall. So I got all the juicy gossip from the popular kids, well not towards me, personally, but around me. What is Jock Hall you ask?
Jock hall is one of the many halls of my high school, Mingus Union High School, located in a small town known as Cottonwood, Arizona. Mingus is a great school, cottonwood, not much of a great town. Anyway, there are many halls in this giant, two-story campus. Us students named them. You see, the hall naming is legendary; and for those who rename our halls, you’re gonna get it!
Some clever names we have are Jock Hall, Hick Hall, Magic Hall, etc. but the most important is Jock Hall, because the glorious cheerleaders reside their lockers there. They’re so glamorous, and their outfits too-showing red, grey, and black-because our school pride colors are red and grey. I want to cheer so badly. I would feel so much more confident in a skimpy cheerleading uniform than these tight ass rocker jeans I wear everyday. Nothing against the jeans, I love expressing my Emo side, but I’m so tired of slitting my wrists to Hawthorne Heights! Even though Ohio Is For Lovers is my favorite song and should have been on top charts on Summer of ‘06. But it wasn’t. Oh. Yeah, I graduated valedictorian in the eighth grade in 2006. I am a Freshman at Mingus. The seniors, or this year-The Snuffs, get to pick an awesome name and color for the freshmen. Unluckily, class of 2010 got Avocados and a green color. Even our class spirit song is cheesy:
“Hola! Qué Pasa? Avocados in the Casa! Hola! Qué Pasa? Class ‘10 is in the Casa!
So I have to live with that. But at least our school fight song isn’t bad. I truly do not want to go through anymore detail, but I will say that we are Marauders! Go! Fight! Win! See? I could be a cheerleader…
CHAPTER ONE: Rockleader!
I entered my first hour, which was Language Arts and I was so lost. My teacher, Mrs. Hutchins, came in and gave us our assigned seats. Honestly I’m surprised I made it to my first class without being late. Of course I did have plenty of time to study the campus and find my four classes before the bell rang, my mother dropped me off about an hour early, literally nobody was there but me for the first fifteen minutes. It was the first hour and I was already the class clown. People already started to appreciate me, but for my jokes. Not for my smarts. I think if the first day was a final exam, I would have failed miserably and had to repeat the day. Second hour, Algebra I, was even worse. Mrs. Mahendran took shit from nobody. Good for her, bad for me. See, I’m the kind of student that, we’ll, frankly I’m a suck up. Big time. And my last two periods were a headache as well. High school was definitely not easy. But at least we didn’t do much schoolwork on our first day. And the day before was Freshman Day and I saw the cheerleaders… and… we did our spirit song…. and… and… those girls looked so adorable up on stage! I must become a cheerleader. It is my mission. Only-I’d be a rockleader! I’d lead cheers, but also rock! I love me some emo!
It is 5:30 a.m. on the 8th of November, 2020. My sister just left for Arizona an hour ago, which sucks. She’s my best friend, and her babies are my babies as well.
I can’t sleep. My nephew kept me up all night, kicking me off my bed. He is a wild sleeper. Oh my God. But I’m going to miss him and his big sister so damn much.
Instead of sleeping (because I can’t), I am listening to Taylor Swift. Yes, I am a Swiftie. Probably the biggest Swiftie you’ll ever know.
Oh, and sorry I’ve been M.I.A. for so long. I have a big surprise… I just finished my first supernatural thriller novella! It’s called, ‘Crazy, Tortured Souls’. Here, I’ll send you the link to both my Amazon Paperback and Kindle version. Here it is:
Crazy Kari’s Diary 