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. And chosen 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 is my play. I write 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. “I have taught 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 in your 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 keeping you!” 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? You both said 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’re back? I thought I got rid of you for good!” Cried Jeska. “No, my child. You can never get rid of me!” 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 am I to 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. The real Ranzee 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 no try. There’s only a will. 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 are worthy. 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 me my name.” 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. You live here?” Asked Jerry. “Um, correction, we live 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 did you make 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. Meaning she was 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? It says Needham on the mailbox. Maybe this place really is haunted. 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’m your ass, 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 so that’s why you needed that backpack,” Winter laughed. “Winter! This isn’t funny. Penn put it back, we are not playing 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? Unless you’re doing 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 next brilliant 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. We all are. 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 was not going to make it out alive. “Who… Who… Who…?” Nevaeh kept stuttering. “Who am I? Ha! That’s for you to find out.” Tilda said. “But it can’t be. You can’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 in my house! 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? If you die 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; there is no 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, not a 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 say suffering? 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 for you to 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. “All of 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 take this little 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, we have to 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.”
Crazy Kari’s Diary 