Murder House (Part One)

A Bad Feeling

Tonight felt weird. I could feel it. Something bad was going to happen and this feeling sent goosebumps all over me.

What generated this feeling was the fact I got locked inside my apartment. When Jake left for the store to get groceries for dinner, I seized that moment to sneak out of the apartment but my key couldn't open the door.

'What the...' I tried again and took a closer look at the key in my hand. 'I have been using this key for a long time! So why is it failing me now?'

I rush to the bedroom to escape through the window but as usual, it was locked.

'Dang it! Now, what do I do?'

I thought long and hard. 'It is a thirty-minute walk from here to the convenience store and thirty minutes back.' I look at the time. 'I have forty-five minutes left so I have to get out of here fast.'

I search the house hoping he left the spare key and find what looked like it in my Aunt's drawer. I used the key to open the door and run out of the apartment building to meet with Gwen who was waiting for me down the street.

"You are late." She barked.

I ignore her and flag down a taxi. We didn't talk to each other on our way to the Subway Station and when we boarded the train to the outskirts of town. The ride was a pretty long one with sleepy passengers and tired-looking office workers. None of us said a word to each other which was heartbreaking because I wanted to say something, to do something, anything to build the bridge I allegedly destroyed.

We get off the train and find Alice and Stan waiting for us outside the station.

"Hey, kiddos!" Alice said. "Figured you guys would take the train. I did not bring my car today so we are walking alright?"

The walk to the mansion was a quiet one and I fed my eyes with the buildings of the abandoned factory and visualize what might have happened before the incident.

'Back in the day this place would be thriving with workers but the owners went bankrupt and workers had to move to the next town to find work. Rumors spread about the place being haunted by the souls of the Madison family along with the spirits of the workers who died here by accident.'

Now I am wondering how Molly was able to go to school and still maintain the status quo of a normal girl because it stated in her file that no one knew her family was rich until she died.

'Maybe she rented a hotel and only went home on the weekends?'

An owl screeched making me jump and watched it fly inside one of the empty warehouses through the window.

"I love owls," Stan said. "They remind me of the rumors saying they bring bad omens!"

I look Stan and see a smile on his face. Creeped out, I walk passed him.

"Say you guys aren't talking to each other." He said catching up to us. "What is the matter? You guys pissed at something?"

None of us said a word.

"Or are you mad that you lost to Emma's stalker?"

I stop and glare at him. Seeing the look on my face, he laughed.

"What? The pretty girl didn't tell you?" he said bringing his baseball down. "She didn't tell you how she challenged him to a fight and lost? I heard..."

Without warning, Gwen swung the back of the machete at his head. He staggered back as blood stained his sandy brown hair and looked at her with a sadistic smile on his face.

"Oh, beauty! You really f&cked up right?" he looked at the blood on his hand and licked it. "Too bad you already f&cked up when you lost to him."