Tales : the horror stories

The family

My family was full of successful people until one by one tragedy struck each and every one of them , it was like fate had to control what they where doing from drownings to even more gruesome deaths including my sister who wrote to me leading up to her fateful death at that fucking hell of a house. In these letters she detailed every move she made from that phone call we both got about how our estranged father to me at least was found dead by a tree and when I mean found he was on a branch hanging but who knows really. After that call my sister begged me to go with her but I made a promise with my other siblings before they passed that I never ever go back , about an hour later in the day my dearest sister called saying how she felt strange energy in areas where most of the trauma took me place which never made sense to me or how my brother died from a gunshot to his head from a fan. The next week I had a letter arrived knowing it was from my sister I had expected it was her saying she would be back but it wasn't what I at least expected to be in the letter she explained that around midnight a stench came around to her nose it was so vile she could've died , the smell was something as rotting flesh but before she turned around the sounds of steps and wails of help echoed behind , the lady of the wails was supposedly named Mildred she was a lively 1940s local that was "kidnapped" which led to being missing but no one knew where she went . The only memory of that house was of her when I was about 7 or 9 she was on a beam near my room she had a rope around her neck , covered in stab wounds and then she just dropped , but for in the reality now I cannot fathom how my sister never came back now I guess death will come and collect me now.