Vanessa, Tommy, and Mary all grew up in the small town, but Poe, he was the outsider. The son of the English Professor, and he didn't fit in. Tight jeans, his dark hair always hung in his face. When he pushed his hair back, his eyes were the shade o...
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"Come on, Poe. Try it. Just once is all we ask," whined Vanessa.
"I'm not like you. How the hell could you do something like this?" asked the freaked out 17-year-old male.
"Fuck you, then. We're going, and you can either join, or sit your scared ass out here while we all have some real fun," laughed Vanessa. She was clearly growing tired of the excuses.
In the distance, the old building sat with its walls beginning to crumble, and a thick layer of moss covering the exterior. Built in the 1920's, the old place was home to one of the most notorious cults ever known in the United States. The people who ran the place would make Charles Manson crumble with fear. The signs surrounding the place warned that trespassers would be prosecuted, but legend tells it, that is the least of the worries. A group of teens disappeared last summer when they decided to use a Ouija board to summon the past residents. Only their teeth were found, and most of those were broken upon removal. Parents used the old place to scare their children, and churches warned that the sinners would live forever in the bowels of the stately old manor. The Landry House will always be the little towns claim to fame.
"I don't think anyone should ever go in there!" Poe said.
At 17, the slender boy named after a poet knew better. His grandmother took him to the gates of the place once. With a belt in one hand, and a bible in the other, she threatened a scared little boy within an inch of his life. A bible thumper, the old woman shook with fear even though a heavy padlock kept the place locked down tight. His only crime was one of stealing a pack of gum off the old woman's dresser. Poe would find out why no one was allowed inside of the building.
"You see that place up there? Look, boy. That's where they take the bad ones," warned the scared woman. Not much shook the 81-year-old, but the Landry Home was as close to hell as she ever wanted to venture. Pulling the bible close to her heart, Ethel looked down at the boy, her brows narrowing, "It's the belt or that place. One will cause a minute's pain, and the other, a lifetime."
"POE, are you even listening to me?" Vanessa screamed.
Shaking his head, the boy brought himself quickly back from memory lane, his eyes locked on the old door of the mansion. "What? Yeah, I'm listening, but something isn't right about us going in there. You know that no one does, right?" he asked.
Vanessa rolled her emerald, green eyes, placed her hand on her hips, and proceeded to explain that was the reason why they should. "Look, I get it. You're scared," her voice mocking as she teased him. "But that's the entire reason why we need to do this. You can't be a senior forever, so why not leave a legacy. We will be immortalized for doing something like this," she said. Standing 5 feet tall, the raven-haired beauty wasn't used to people denying her. Head cheerleader, homecoming Queen, and the girl most likely to succeed wasn't going to take no for an answer.
