He's dead.Finally.They've got him.I despise him.I'm so happy he's dead.Thank you spirits.I smirk subtlety while glaring at his unconscious body.Bye father,have a nice time in hell.The adrenaline rushes through my body while I decide to drag him to the wardrobe.Realising his spirit will sore out of the wardrobe if I don't lock it up ,I ram him in the wardrobe and grab the chains from the drawers and lock it up till I the doors can't move at all.There's no way he can get out of there.
I turn the wardrobe around and scratch "He's gone." in the back of it so it's engraved.I notice the small blood patch on the back.I shrug it off and go to bed smiling that dad is gone.My fatigued body stumbles into bed and colapses into a deep sleep.I pray I will wake up and they won't take me.Please don't take me.
Mother lays by the side of me.I can feel her warm shaky breath by me.I rise up from the bed and glare at her till she speaks."I miss your father dear" She says tearfully,"I don't I'm glad he's dead he was the worst man to live,he deserved every bit of pain in his life" I reply just turning around and I notice the wardrobe.It's unlocked.He's gone.His corpse would've rotted in a couple of days.Maybe mum unlocked the wardrobe.She doesn't have a key.That's when i noticed the hole in the side of the wardrobe.They broke through,I rush over and a chill runs through my spine when I realise.He's gone.His body,His everything is gone.There's scratches over the wall.I need to move out of this house quickly.I can't, I am forbidden to leave,they will follow me and haunt other people.Not that I care if other people get haunted and tormented by them it's just my parents forbid me from leaving.I stumble down the creaky,ancient and raggedy staircase.The vintage paintings and the damaged mirror hang on the wall.I look into the mirror.There he is.Stood behind me there's his corpse with a knife in his hand.I take a deep breath and realise this is where Im going to die.In a hell hole.My father hates my soul so much he wants to get rid of me,he never could because my mother threatened to leave him.Now that he's gone,he doesn't care.He can do what he wants.I do not want him to be happy that he finally has murdered me.I want to die before he has the chance to be happy.I need something fast and painful.May as-well make this death interesting. I reach for a lighter and light my hair and face on fire.While my outfit,face and hair burst into flames he plunges the rusty knife through my back and twists it.I gasp and collapse on the stairs.I grab onto my burning body and look up.His rotting,burning corpse melts above me.The last thing I saw was his rotting teeth and his yellow eyes.He killed me before I killed myself.I hate this,What a bad death.
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Murder House
ParanormalA haunted house from the 50s? You are doing muiltiple POVs of different people. With the flowers research what they symbolise to understand the history of the rooms a bit more
