Unkown Desire

Chapter 1

It was silent in the house as I laid there asleep. The rain's soft pitter patter on the roof was getting me to fall asleep, but slowly. What really got me to sleep was the silence. I awoke to the sounds of my dog whining as if something had hurt him or was scaring him. I got up from my bed,slowly made my way to my door. Slowly keeping it ajar I slipped through, and made my way down my creaky steps. Whispering my dog's name along the way to see if he would come to me. I grabbed the dagger hidden in the stand in the hallway leading to the kitchen where I could hear the whines come from. With my dagger I creeped closer to the kitchen until a sudden rattle made my dog run like a bolt of lighting. There was a scrap of cloth tied around his mouth.

Carefully I undid the cloth, motioned for him to be quiet, but he ran away heading up to my bedroom. With that I peeked around the corner to see a figure standing in front of the kitchen sink. Scared, I leaned against the wall, but I saw a different figure watching me from the reflection of the picture hanging on the wall. Silently, and quickly I turned on the lights, and lunged at the attacker, but only to find it was my lover, and roommate Darrick. He just stood there like a fucking manniquin.

"You motherfucker-" I went to shove him, but he didn't move. I turned him around, and what

I saw would haunt me for the rest of my life.

His eyes were cut out of their sockets, his tongue was missing, and both his ears were slashed off as well. There was no trace of blood anywhere like he was murdered somewhere, and brought back here. This put my guard back up. I turned around only to be lunged at by figure who's eyes stood out to me. A pair of steely cold eyes. I jolted awake from my slumber, and my dog looked over at me. I rubbed my eyes, and told him that we need to practice being up more often. I smiled as I heard my colleague yell from down the hall that he had gotten us donuts, Mcdonalds, and our favourite coffees. I looked over at the hallway, and here he entered looking proud. Then asked me for ten thousandth time as to why we were doing this job.

For the ten thousandth time I told him that the guy who gave us the job wanted to know if his "new" house he had recently purchased was haunted or not. He then again kept asking questions about the family that disappeared, and the weird cases that kept appearing around the house. There have been cases of teenagers going into the house, and never coming back out which is odd in itself. Some of the cases are so bizarre that they never find any traces of the missing teens. Some of the teens are strung up in the main hall like a sacrifice of some kind, but my research has led me to some even more bizarre cases that happened years ago. My research led me back to the first family that owned the house, and what had happened to them, but even that family referenced a family that had been there before them.

Even me trying to find traces of that family were fruitless, and my endeavors to find that family were a venture in a half, but it seems like every family mentions the same name. But that name led me to nowhere, not a single trace of the person like someone was trying to erase them from existence. As I sat at my laptop I was doing more research on the families, and people that went missing. That was when I came across a name. The name was said by a little girl before she died in the arms of a firefighter in the 1700s. The name was Elizabeth Hartline. I wrote the name down in case I forgot about it, but I had felt like I heard the name somewhere else before so with that I rolled over to the newspaper clippings we had from the library, and found a clipping from the little girl.

She was 9 years old when she had passed away, but in a statement before her death, the little girl had said "Elizabeth cursed the house....The house she had cursed belonged to her former master, and lover who betrayed her, and fell in love with another....Not knowing she was a-" The end of her sentence was cut off as she took her final breathe. The more I read the story the more it seemed unreal or unnatural, but for me that's reality. The story got even more bizarre with the little girl left behind a baby. One of her own blood, and that baby was cursed to stay in the house for all eternity. The baby then grew up to the one person I knew in my family. Charlotte Charles. I knew that name because I had traced my family back as far as I could, and that name was at the very beginning of my family bloodline.