Horror House

Introduction/ 8pm

Quietly stirring my green tea, I stared down into the opaque green liquid at the loose leaves floating around the bottom. Well, we've reached the first day of fall. The freshly changing leaves are such a wonderful sight in such a haunted town. The season of halloween will be upon us but there's much more horrid things written in these walls of this old 18th century house.

The scraping of claws, the blood splatter under these kitchen tiles. Am I insane for living in a mass murder house? Probably to you I am. But I find peace between each wall. Between each floor board creak and window shutter slam. After all. Who's to say I'm not the ghost that haunts these streets every vacant night?

There never was a child to step foot outdoors after 8pm for the past 1000 years. Oh this city is as old as time and it's always been the same. When you first come to live in our small town, there is fine print beyond those legal pages. Not all reads it and not all survives.

" Lilith." A soft whisper broke my train of thought and I lifted my head to the face of my sister.

Her hands stained red dripped onto the white tile. I sighed. " Mercy..."

" I am sorry, Lilith..." She bowed her head, letting her red hair mask her pale face. " I did not mean to."

Rising from my chair, I took her over to the sink and scrubbed at her hands. You'd think in the 16 years of life, she would know better. But I suppose, after being raised by our psychopath father it's easy to fall upon your upbringing.

Scrubbing till the water ran clean, I handed her a towel. " We're breaking the generational curse, Mercy. Not participating in it."

She fumbled with the towel with a frown. " I am sorry. I'm trying..."

With a sigh, I nodded and looked over at the bloody rags wrapping something. With curiously, I peeked at what she has wrapped beneath the old torn up materials. The smell hit me first, then the site of bloody mangled hair and bone. Oh God... pulling at the long hair, a partially decaying skull came up with it coated in blood and absent eyes. Oh jesus christ Mercy!

I glanced at her and held it up with my lips still parted searching for words.

" I couldn't help myself Lilith! This is difficult to do, you can not just break our history like this!"

" I know mercy..."

Mercy hung her head low. " I am sorry, Lilith. He taught both us his ways."

Yeah his horrid ways of loving the taste of both human and raw animal flesh and blood. Also the pleasure of watching humans scream and bleed, thrashing about while murder is the only thing in his sick and twisted head. " Our father was an insane man and we were young. We did not know better and now we do."

She touched the nail marks in the door frame where our mother tried to hold on for her life. " Mom would be disappointed in me..."

" Mom would be proud of us. Her blood may be soaked into the walls and all in these floor boards and tile but fathers is too."

" Thanks to you."

I shook my head. " As soon as he pulled her through those doors... I knew what he was going to do... you were too young to understand and me? Well... how was 17 year old me going to stop our father from murdering her..."

Mercy's fingers gripped my arm. " And you brought karma on his ass. You gave mama her justice and her soul peace. Father will never hurt another person again."

" though, his children may..." I whispered softly, starting to doubt our strength. It's been 7 years since I took the shovel to that psycho. And it still haunts 24 year old me.

" Lilith!" Onyx called in, followed by the loud slam of the screen door. " Mercy!"

" In here!"

Scooping the rag bundling the head, I threw it into the trash can and washed my hands, ensuring the water ran clear before Onyx seen. Onyx is our older brother. He's 27 but I still tend to mother him. I suppose I take after our mom...

Glancing up at his 6' 2 self, he wracked his fingers through his dark brunette hair, naturally handsome and was so easy to rope the girls in for a night of ' fun'. Always ended in blood on these haunted walls and no intimate conditions but he too was brought up to learn by our father. He took longer to understand that his ways will destroy us in the end.

Everyone in our town knows us as the horror house children. Though, we are not children anymore but the town does know we are HIS children. They know THIS is the house of the hauntings. THIS is the house they know of why nobody dares step foot into the outdoors past 8pm.

My head snapped sideways to the hallway hearing the jewelry box start to sing its eery tune... Onyx and I's eyes met and he visibly swallowed hard. " They're waking." He spoke quiet.

I nodded. " Streets empty?"

" Always."

*Gong* * Gong* * Gong* chimed out the clock at the end of the hallway and all the lost and broken souls started to sing...

Onyx grabbed Mercy and myself by our arms. " We are not our father!" He growled over the lucid music that the earth bound souls sang as blood ran down the old stained walls.

And at the end of the day? It is us who are haunted by the misery of the past of our ancestors and father.