𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻~𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱𑁍

A/N~This was requested by _delusional_AF, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

TW~Mentions of death and murder.

Y/N'S POV

I still can't believe what happened last night. I'm still reeling from the shock. I'm still trying to process the revelation that we're both related to serial killers. My mind is racing as I try to make sense of it all.

As we walked into the old Lizzie Borden house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. The stories about this place are legendary, and I've always been fascinated by the history of the Borden family. But little did I know that our visit would take a dark and sinister turn.

Seth, my boyfriend, was excited to explore the house with his friend Josh. He's always been drawn to the supernatural and the unknown, and I love him for it. We set up our equipment and began to investigate the strange occurrences and murders that had been reported in the house.

As we walked through the creaky hallways, Seth started to get more and more interested. He's been going through some tough times lately, and I could sense his anxiety building. Josh tried to calm him down, but Seth was convinced that something was off.

"Guys, I need to do this," Seth said, his voice filled with curiosity. "I need to do an Estes Method."

I nodded, knowing that Seth was convinced that this was the only way to get in touch with whatever energy was present in the house. Josh agreed, and we set up the equipment.

Seth closed his eyes, put the blindfold and headphones on, took a deep breath, and went under. "Winston," he whispered.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as the words echoed through the room.  Me and Josh asked questions to the spirits but we didn't get any linking answers.

"Y/L/N."

That's my surname, I know I had a relative called Winston but he died in a mental hospital.

"Seth." I said, whilst tapping his arms as he removed the blindfold and headphones.

"Did we get anything?" He asked, but before I could answer, Josh's eyes lit up as he grabbed his phone. "Guys, I think I found something," he said.

Seth slowly opened his eyes, looking at us with a mix of confusion and fear. "What is it?" he asked.

Josh showed us his phone screen, displaying a list of people killed by a serial killer named Winston in the 1980s. My heart sank as I realized that Winston was a chainsaw murderer, and I was somehow connected to him.

"No fucking way! My parents said he died in a mental hospital." I spoke as Josh scrolled through the website he was on. "Yeah he did after killing many people with a chainsaw. The house isn't far from here, we could go there tomorrow if you want?" Josh asks as I nod.

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. How could this be? How could we be related to serial killers? Lizzie Borden's infamous axe murders and Winston's chainsaw killings... it was too much to process.

As we packed up our equipment and left the house, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. We didn't get much evidence after that, but we knew that we had to dig deeper.

The next day, we decided to drive up to the Y/L/N Estate. This place is apparently haunted with over 30 spirits as Winston would bring the victims to his attic and then mutilate them with his chainsaw.

We went around the house and I got so many chills and I had the feeling that something was watching us. "You okay baby girl?" Seth asked as he sat on the floor with the blindfold and headphones in hand. "Yeah I'm good, let's get this done with." I responded.

Seth put on his blindfold and headphones, and Josh asked me questions while I held his hand. "What's your name?" Josh asked.

"Niece," came the response through the speaker. I was his niece? Or was my mother his niece?

I felt a chill run down my spine as Josh nodded. "Okay, what's your connection to Lizzie?"

"Lizzie," came the response again.

Seth's eyes snapped open as he looked at me in horror. "34," he whispered.

I felt my heart sink as I realized that Winston had killed 34 people. My lucky number is 34... how could this be?

We quickly packed up our equipment and left the house, our minds reeling with the implications. We didn't know what to do or what to say. We just knew that we had to be extremely careful.

As we walked back to our hotel room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. We were both related to serial killers... what did that mean? Were we cursed? Was this some kind of punishment? Maybe a sign? Who knows?