The Red House

Ch.1 Before it was red

Ocean city Maryland, in the year 1920 a man who's name has been forgotten bought a lowly depressive piece of land for a shady amount at a private auction. That land had nothing but trees, weeds and indentions in the earth like scars, the only evidence of previous man. Rumors say he built the two story home himself, he was only seen getting supplies occasionally but when he arrived on the land he had a great deal of what he needed on a trailer. When it was done it stood tall casting a shadow so dark it seemed to threaten to swallow you up in it. Crimson was the color the man chose for the house, brown for the trim and for the hexagon windows on the top story. Each window seemed to be slightly different, the hexagon windows were of red stained glass that was still clear enough to see into just a bit, the others were different rectangles and even strange crescent Moon shapes that let sunlight spill into the dark kitchen. The balcony and the front porch were dark and beautiful. After a short time the beauty that could be seen had grown in the form of lush colors of gardens and flower beds, some say it was the touch of a special lady. The lady that whisked away the gloom of the new build and gave birth to the joyous color that seemed to pull you in by the soul. However nothing lasts forever, for only a year after everyone noticed the life started to fade, tarnish and twist into something seemingly so wicked, so vile that it would burn your skin had you gone near it. A shift no doubt, a string of unspeakable events that no one but her would know. The most common talk around the older of town has to do with the past of that land, the land that had been cut into halves and auctioned off so cheaply... There's always a reason why.
Many years ago when the land was complete and full of it's true life it was defiled by few of dark hearts and large greed. These seeds of a greater darkness would rob, slaughter and terrorize the renters of that land in hopes of a greater reward by something unseen. There is said to be only the pain and anger of the wronged embedded in that land, bringing the same to all that plant roots within it like a sad poison. The legend says that he went mad after slaughtering his wife in such a way that he walked outside of the house dropped to his knees and shot himself in the head while looking up to the window where his wife was smeared.
Due to the greed of man everyone was all too eager to action the land for the highest price anyone would pay, in turn most of the group that bought the divided land turned them into rat trap rental properties of swindling sorts. Soon the vicious cycle was born, slowly people started vanishing or was found brutally slaughtered in such a gruesome fashion that no one could dare describe.  This in fact is what people believe led to the horrid fear of the last standing, the red house.