The Amspoker House.

Chapter 1

5 years ago, July 17th, 2017. 

"Mom! I'm going out!" Eva called, slightly opening the door. 

"Eva Grace, no you are not!" Her mother called as Eva slammed the door shut. 

Her mother sighed in disappointment as her daughter proceeded to disobey her again. She crouched over on the kitchen counter with her hands on her face, rubbing her temples. Eva's father stepped through the front door, set his briefcase down on the other side of the counter, and walked over to her mother. 

"Eloise, what's wrong honey?" Greg asked. 

"Eva keeps pushing my buttons, all she does is run away and never liste-" she was cut off by the door swinging opened and a person covered up, holding an ax. The person charged after Eloise, and she swung around the counter island. She fell as she tripped trying to run down the front porch stairs. But it was too late. The person had caught up to her and swung the ax right at the top of her head. Greg ran upstairs to grab Beau. He heard footsteps in the first level of the house, knowing the person had gotten in again. 

"Beau, hide, buddy, hide!" Greg called. Just before he could turn around, he felt a sharp pain on the side of his torso. He slowly turns his head to see he's been stabbed and then moves his head to meet the person. The person took the knife out and ran towards the bedroom Beau is in. Greg collapsed to the floor, passed out from blood loss before he could say anything. 

Present day 

Mila was walking to school with her best friend, Selene. 

"What do you think you're gonna do for your project?" Mila asked, turning to look at him.

"Hmm, I'm not sure, maybe I'm going to check if there is any "important" history from our town." Selene answered, not looking up from the ground. 

"Like what? Benjamin Franklin saving us from attacks?" Mila laughed. 

"Haha, very funny, no, like some- I don't know." He sighed. 

They finally got to school and went to their lockers. Mila took out her textbooks and notes and walked to her first class, geography. 

"Good morning, Mila. Take a seat." Ms. Yearwood said, fixing up a stack of papers on her desk. 

"Hey, Mila." Delsie said, a girl that sat at her table. 

"Hi, do you know what we are doing right now?" Mila asked, setting down her belongings and taking a seat. 

"Nothing really, I think Ms. Yearwood has a project for us, though. It seems like that." 

"Okay, sounds good." 

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Mila was walking home with Selene like they did everyday, since they lived just a few houses down and their houses were close to school. 

"Do you know now what you're doing?" 

"No, but now, I have a question for you," Selene began, "What are you doing?" 

"Simple. I'm doing my project on what happened 5 years ago on July 17th." 

Selene's face dropped. "You mean, the Amspoker's?" 

"Mhm." Mila hummed. She could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't happy. 

"Mila, they closed the case. They never found the person that did it. And the police specifically said not to go around looking for things, it could be dangerous." 

"Selene, its just a project. I'll be fine." Mila insisted. As they got to their street, Selene ran to his house without a goodbye and a sudden worry began to grow in Mila. 

"Maybe he's right," she whispered to herself, "maybe I shouldn't do this project and it is too dangerous." She stepped inside her house with a greeting from her cat, linx. 

"Hi, linxy." She said quietly, stroking her hand across his dark, soft, brown fur. The cat mewed back in response.  

"Mum, Dad, I'm home!" She called. Mila heard a slight move come from the coat closet. She whipped it open and saw Zane, her little brother. 

"Zane, how many times have I told you to stop hiding in here, waiting for me. Are Mum and Dad in on this too?'' 

All Zane did was giggle and then run through Mila's legs to the living room.

"Zane! Get over here right now, little monster!" She squealed after him, running into the living room as well. 

She looked around for him, until she saw little feet from under the table.

"Zane, knock it off, right now." Mila said angrily. 

She heard Zane giggle, then he bolted out from under the table and ran into the kitchen. Mila ran right after him, trying to catch up but losing him when he turned the corner. 

And then there was her mother and father. Laying on the ground, sitting in pools of their own blood. Mila gasped for air as she looked at her parents' lifeless bodies, then she fell to the ground in panic. 

Then, all she saw, was black.