Murder House

"I'm not on drugs! I went through a past life!"

When you feel like you're about to die you life, no matter how long, is supposed to flash before your eyes. I saw someone elses life.

The frantic pulse of fear as I opened my eyes and discovered I was trapped in a box. It had little room to move my legs but more for my chest and arms. It was cold to the touch, and surrounding me. The pounding on the wood didn't sound hollow. It sounded blocked, like something was on top if the lid -- holding me in.

That's when I heard the tingle of a bell above me. I was in coffin, buried alive. That bell was my lifeline, like many before me. Our doctors were never sure if their pacients were actually dead or in a coma so they were buried and had a bell wrapped around their wrist. That way if they, by chance, woke up then they would have a chance to be saved.

I screamed in pain and fear, hoping someone would hear me. My finger nails had been worn down from scrapping the wooden box. My knees hurt from useless kicking trying to open the lid, if I was right I was at least five under.

My only hope really was that bell.

It's small chime seemed miles away, almost unnoticable unless you're listening for it. I hope someone was listening for it.

The air felt thicker, what was left of it. My screaming had used up most of the oxygen, I could feel my lungs not filling as they should be.

 I blinked and then I was somewhere else.

Far above a freshly dug grave. Where a bell lay cast aside from it's assigned post, the string broken in two pieces. The rain pattered on the ground in adiable plops. The mud from the fresh dirt was pooling over the grave.

I could see two figures crawling through mud, searching the head stones with care -- grave robbers. Had they knocked over the bell that would have saved my life so they could rob more graves? Or had I knocked it over in my frantic attempt to escape my casket?

I saw light flash, blinding me as I heard some lady screaming and crying about her baby. While a man tried to calm her.

"My baby! She was alive! Oh my poor baby!"

"The wind could have knocked it down sweetheart!"

"It wouldn't break the string in two! She was alive! Doctor, please open it."

The doctor screamed, he must have opened the casket.

"Look at the blood!" The lady shrieked.

"She was alive...." The man said thick with sorrow, hallowing his voice so much that he seemed further away than the others.

"Her hands! Look at them!" The lady continued to yell.

My vision went dark, then I heard different voices, a deep voice of a male and a few females. Some where distant others seemed closer to me.

The girls close to me were all screaming, while the ones that were further away seemed to be trying to calm them. Male laughter echoed through my head as screams, blood curdling screams, filled my ears. Death rattles, shallow breathing, then silence and his laughter.

"Time for another guest...."

I could feel the cool steel of a blade on my skin, his hot breath against my neck, his hands traveling my skin making me quesy but my body refusing to move -- unable to move. Parts of me hurt, a crippling pain that would have made it impossible to move if I could.

"You're so beautiful...."

"Say you love me...."

"Say it!!"

I'd say something in a hoarse tone that would upset him then I'd feel a strong pain, until everything vanished.

I'd blink then be somewhere else.

I'd see the lasting memory of claws coming toward my face. Blink then go somewhere else, see some last moment before nothing!

I'd see dozens of people just die, I've been dozens of people dying.

When I finally opened my eyes I saw Landon, I have never been more thankful to see that sunshine colored hair. A sense of welcome as I saw something that wasn't blood coated or horroifically real from someone elses life.

"Kathy! Wake up!"

"Get up, Katy!"

"Can you stop yelling? It's making my head hurt, Landon...."

"You're head hurts because you've been screaming your head off for the past twenty minutes after falling to the floor."

"It was terrifying!"

"What was?" Landon gave me a confused and skeptical face at the same time. Obviously off put by my state.

"I saw death. Everywhere."

"Okay what drugs did Thomas slip you? He's the only one that has been with you often lately. So spit it out. What did he give you?"

"I'm not on drugs! I went through a past life!"

"Yeah I'm sure. So what did you see in your past lives oh great and powerful mystic of the bathroom?" He said with a tone of laughter in his voice.

"I saw everything that ever happened in this house."

"Funny, lets get you to bed."

I sighed, didn't even try arguing with him. I let him lift me from the ground. My head really did hurt. I scanned the bathroom again, the lights were on, the candle blown out and the girl -- gone. Just like I had imagined the whole thing.

"I saw everything I've researched for this house, Landon!"

"You mean you had a nightmare. You research creepy things all day! maybe it caught up with you! My god Katy!"

"I saw bloody mary! That's going to be a room in the muder house soon!"

Landon threw his hands up into the air in frustration. "Well, what do you expect me to do about that Katy? Go investigate the murder house? Where you're telling me actual murders happened and a whole bunch of other stuff?"

I paused as Landon stopped me in fron of my bed, he had stopped pushing me when we entered the room.

"That's genious, Landon!"

"What is?"

"Going into the murder house! That's what the ghosts are trying to tell me!"

"You're delusional. Good Night, Katy." Landon said pushing me lightly into my bed with a poof of my sheets.

"You'll go with me right?"

"Yeah, sure in my dream. Night Kathy." I felt my eyes get heavy the second Landon shut my door and plumitted me back into darkness.

I didn't feel anything, just saw darkness. Although when I woke up I wasn't in my room, Landon and Thomas were next to me. In a dimly red lit room, with a voice talking to us.

"Do you wanna play a game?"

A shiver ran up my spine, we were in the Saw room of the Murder House. Something told me, that this would no longer be my favorite room.