Murder House

"Death, that sounds like fun."

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"Don't die, or you're very really dead." He said bluntly as the demon took the vile of blood from the table and gulped it down.

"If it's enough blood the boys will be set free, but if not one will die. This is a very sick man, who has trapped you all for his final game that you cannot let him win."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because then he can reincarnate himself into your world and leave you three here." James stated as the demon sighed in pleasure from the blood. 

There was a growing silence as the demon's eyes flashed red and glared at me. The lights flickered out, but I could hear her footsteps running around the room. Her meniacle laughter filling my ears and sent fear into my veins. 

"They were freed, but I can't say the same for you!" She laughed as a bright light blinded me when she opened the door to leave.

"What happened?" I asked a few seconds after she left.

"You're friends were freed, you gave enough blood before the bomb exploded so it was enough to spare them." James explained.

"Where did they go?" I asked the darkness.

"Back to your home. The fake version of the murder house, but you're about to live through what actually happened." 

"Which is what?"

"Torture, blood, abuse, and finally death." 

"Death, that sounds like fun." I said sarcastically. "What happens now James?" I asked as the lights lickered slowly back to life. 

No answer came. I looked to my side to not see James, he was gone without another word. Where had he gone? Had I somehow switched into my world again? Is that why he wasn't here or did he vanish because of the demon girl?

I didn't know what to do, but when I heard the thud of boots on the floor above me I knew I didn't have much of a choice. I had to run, run and survive because otherwise I'd never see Landon or Thomas ever again. 

I got up from the floor, my body aching from the sudden movement. I ran up the stairs fighting the pain as best as I could. When I opened the door a bright light surrounded me, and when it was gone I was in the Psycho room. 

I let out a sob as I looked upon the porcline tub, I knew what I had to do but I didn't want to. My parents had watched psycho when they put in this room. Anyone who didn't know the movie would step inside and be utterly confused while the killer came for them, but if you knew what to do it still scared you.

I stepped into the white tub and closed the curtain, I had planned to just wait for the anamatronic killer to come, but my entrance to the tub set off the shower. The water was ice cold, it burned my lungs to hold in the scream that was threatening to rip through my throat.

I stood there shivering, knowing that if I stepped out there was a chance that if this wasn't my murder house, I'd really be dead. If it was my house, it would be a machine, but I didn't know for sure. I was still confused on if I was thrown back in time or if the murderer had come to our time.

Was I running through his house or mine? I knew one way to find out fro sure, but I had to get out of this room first and then find dry clothes.

I let out a blood curdling scream when I saw a menacing shadow cast over the shower curtain. There was a knife in one hand as the other hand reached for the shower curtain. The big hands grasped and threw back the curtain, and I was scared stiff as my gaze feel upon a man I had only seen in pictures.

He was the murderer from about fifty years ago that I had read about in the library. He was really willing to kill another child just to get a second chance at life, not that he would do it any better than he had the first time.

His hair was dark, matted beyond belief, while his face and hands were pale. There were cuts all over his face that looked like someone had clawed at his face and coal black eyes that sent my fear into over drive as I got out of the tub and sprinted out of the room.

There was a sickening laugh as I rounded the corner into hiding. "There's no where you can go little one! I'll find you! I only need one of you, those boys would have put up too much of a fight I'm glad you got rid of them. When I get out of here I'll take them seperately."

I gulped as his foot steps came closer and closer to me as he spoke.

"I only need to sacrafice one living soul and just my luck it's a weak, pathetic little girl like you!"

I felt a tear slip over my eye lashes as his boots came right next to me. I felt my breath catch in my throat unable to be released. I prayed silently to myself, something I haven't done in years since my parents stopped dragging me to church, and hoped that Thomas and Landon were okay at least.

"Where'd you go little girl? I'll find you, hiding does you no good." He said as he was looking directly at me.

I watied for a moment, I didn't move or breath. He looked directly at me, I coiuld see the whites of his eyes, but he kept walking calling for me to come out of hiding. Why hadn't he seen me? What was going on with this section of the house? What was going on in general!?

I stepped out of my hiding spot for a moment to glance around, to see if he was still around. I couldn't see him, but I heard him.

"There you are!" He yelled as he ran through a wall right to my position. I fell backward, back into my hiding spot and started to cry. My life flashed before my eyes, from birth to this moment in rapid progression. I didn't look up even him I heard hiim release a growl of pure fury and bang the wall next to me.

"Where did you go?!" He screamed, tearing off and running through the house to find me.

"What the hell?" I asked myself once I was sure he was gone.

"I wouldn't recommend doing that again." I heard a voice say from behind me. I let out a shocked squeek when I turned around and saw James.

"Do you know what just happened?"

"Yeah, he came through a wall and you disappeared through another one."

"Are we ghosts?" I blurted out, utterly confused by what was going on.

James let out a small chuckle, that caused an actual smile to sweep across his lips before it vanished into his blank stare again. "I'm the only ghost here. You and he, are just in different times. He is living in the Murder house, as you so eliquiantly call it, fifty years prior to your renovations. So the new parts of the house that you added, he doesn't see, but the old parts that were renovated over you can't see through."

"Great it's a really deadly game of cat and mouse than."

"You just have to make it back to the front of the house, where I talked to you on the computer. That's all new, and he will be trapped in here with no way to get out once you are gone."

"But what about people that come here to be scared?"

"Once you're gone,it should end."

"And if it doesn't?" I asked. His answer was a smiply shrug, he wasn't sure or maybe just didn't know.

"All we can do is try, right? My only job is to keep you safe."