Haunted - DNF

Chapter Three: Just Rumors

Clay
"Now please, tell me the story." Nick nodded. "Alright," he said, pausing for a second to set a dramatic scene.

I resisted the urge to laugh as he spread his arms out dramatically.

"It all began in nineteen-fifty-five,  November first, a young boy, brown hair, brown eyes, a smile that lit up the room, homeschooled, and no friends was born. His dad was really bad," he paused again, letting it settle in for me.

"His dad made him sleep in the attic, not even giving him a bed. He would frequently get hit with any item found in the vicinity. It was non-stop torture for the poor brown-haired boy. He would-"

I cut him off. "What's his name? What does he look like? Explain his appearance again." Nick eyebrows furrowed.

"Lemme finish." I sighed, nodding hesitantly.

"He would have to eat random stuff he found, his father not feeding him. After a while of the torture, he finally had enough. He hung himself that day. November first, nineteen-eighty, his birthday."

My eyes were wide. "Why his birthday?" Nick shrugged, not knowing.

"Bad day, I guess. What with a dad like that, every day was shit for him... Sorry. I don't know if you're okay with swearing." I shook my head. "Nah, it's fine. Now tell me what he looked like."

Nick shrugged. "No one knows exactly." My eyebrows furrowed. "What? How?" I asked, confused.

"Once he was found, his father and any traces of him were gone. He nor his dad had a birth certificate. Although we wouldn't be able to find it anyways. We didn't have any traces of his dad. We don't even know if it's his dad, but it makes sense," Nick explained.

"But that has nothing to do with his appearance?" I questioned. Nick's eyes widened. "Right. Sorry, forgot. He was found covered in blood. We his face was... Bashed in? No one could make out any facial features."

I frowned. "Oh." Nick laughed aggressively. "I'm just kidding, dude. It's just rumors. But seriously, be careful. These rumors are fucking scary."

He then walked back to the front door, opening it. "Anyways. Have a good day. Good luck getting the furniture in." He laughed snd left.

I roller my eyes, the story he just told me not leaving my mind. Brown hair, brown eyes. "But how did they know the eye color if his head was bashed in? Maybe it just is a rumor," I mumbled to myself, trying to make myself feel better. Less paranoid.

Then I decided to check the time.

It was getting dark out after all.

9:45

"Hm," I hummed to myself, wondering why they had poor Nick working at such a time. We're delivery people even out at this time?

Nevermind that. I went outside, grabbing the boxes of furniture and pulling them in, struggling slightly.

Once they were in I decided to get the bed set up first. I sighed, realizing I'd have to carry the large box with the bed inside of it all the way up my deafening stairs.

I groan and pick the heavy box up with the metal thing with the wheels that help you carry heavy packages.

I couldn't remember the name of them for the life of me.

I walk towards the loud, creaky, steep stairs and internally facepalm, knowing how incredibly hard this would be.

I went backwards up the stairs and lifted the heavy package up with me. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad.